To Be In Love With Destruction

I have recently been through some of my old stuff and boy, does it suck. It’s not like “aw I wrote this when I was a young ‘un #nostalgia”. No, it’s way more like “what the hell was I thinking?” To be completely honest it wasn’t very good, it’s almost like I thought I was good so it came off kind of pretentious but overall it was just appalling.
However in the blizzard of shamefulness, I found a piece that I actually liked. So I made some minor tweeks and here it is. Enjoy

Destruction is an art form
An art much like love
Because no matter how you look at it
From all love no matter how innocent
No matter how pure
Eventually leads to destruction
To war
To hate
To love and destroy is a somewhat beautiful concept
Lovers are destroyed
And it hurts
Not physically nor mentally
But it hurts your very soul
And you can hear beating of your once existent heart
It continues takes until
There’s nothing left
Not even the pain that once kept you company.