Falling in love is a beautiful way to self- destruct.
It’s a big red button deep inside your heart that has the letters LOVE on it in bold white ink on top of its solid form housing the pulsing glow that will turn bright red once activated.
All you have to do is push it.
And when you do,
Sirens will go off and scream so that all you can focus on is the cause you installed it in the first place.
That one person.
That one person was your guide that you read through and through to make sure that you didn’t get the different screws mixed up or miss a vital piece of information on how to put the contraption together.
And when you completed it, after hours of battling with the pages and foreign instructions,
That one person,
Your guide,
Helped guide your finger to that button and just put a little pressure on it.
But you were the one who was eager to push it, to see what it does.
The end result? 
You fall apart,
Collapse under the additional weight,
And as you try to put yourself back together again,
Another instruction guide comes in the mail.
Falling in love is a terrible way to live if you fall in love easily.