Love is like Alcohol

Love is like alcohol: addictive, dangerous, pleasurable, strong, sweet, you pick how you like it

Love is like alcohol, some would do anything for it, can’t live without it
something to keep the mind split, afraid to commit to the taste, the feeling, the liability of an uncontrolled substance of emotions

Love is like alcohol, forbid it, shun it, a stream of fire flowing down your lungs, encompassing your heart, causing nothing but pain with a euphoria to subside the dysphoria of possible bad endings

Love is like alcohol, lose all inhibitions, mind and body in different conditions and positions, disregarding the emissions of warning signals telling you to run

Love is like alcohol, not everyone can handle it and not everyone likes it, losing your mind, losing the ability to control exactly what you do, because they say love drives you mad, an uncontrollable desire to please and be pleased

Love is like alcohol, some lightweight to the bait of the simple taste of a conscious sedate to the world of hurt, too easily becoming inert to reality, too much too quickly leaving you drunk on a feeling of being free, captive of nothing more than wanting to be adored

Love is like alcohol, a learned and built up tolerance to the physique of a bottle promising nothing but to throttle the sense of reticence, afraid of allowing someone the ability to dissipate the hostility built over years of messy nights and hurtful mornings  

Love is like alcohol, a stumble of words contorted by hesitation and muttering, a burning in your throat unable to stop the notes of a desperate anecdote leaving you susceptible to the imperceptible repercussions of the regurgitation of too many swallowed bottles filled with words

Love is like alcohol, a searing sensation, an adjuration from your kidney, no, your heart, to stop with the whiskey, a euphemism for the danger of the recoil of one too many long nights

Love is like alcohol, something not to be abused but too often mis and overused, it's not something to get tired of, the night it becomes boring you'll go exploring for something new to addict to

Love is like alcohol, guard your heart, take it in sips

Love is like alcohol, everyone reacts differently, some accept it gently, open to the possibility of  affability, something making them forget their friability, others lose control, digging each time a bigger hole to escape from

Love is like alcohol, an all encompassing, all consuming, shaped to how you make it, brewed to your preference with plenty of things to reference to get it how you like, don't make it a mistake of the night, and remember, it’ll take a couple of tries to get right