This love...

An old poem about different types of fake love that I have observed (like abusive couples and such)

This love of what is thrown away.

Trash.
Disgusting.
Abysmal.

An untouchable love.
It can't be broken.

No one cares to.

This love of what is hated.

Scum.
Despicable.
Belligerent.

An intimate love.
It won't be interrupted.

No one wants to.

This love of what is painful.

Sadistic.
Belittling.
Anguish.

An immortal love.
Once it starts it can't end.

No one can stop it.

Doesn't it sound sweet?
This love...

Author's Note

Is this relatable? Any Criticism?