Such a beautiful thing.
But like all the other beautiful things
It has the potential
To destroy you.
Just like a lover
Who cheats on you for no specific reason.
Just like a friend
Who makes promises that don't match their actions.
Just like a parent
Who gifts you with life
But makes it a living hell for you.
Just like the sun
Which keeps us warm
But could burn us down
In a heartbeat.
Just like that.
Life is a facade.
It masks the damage its components are capable of causing.
A combination of beauty and cruelty that,
Once it reaches its culmination,
A beautiful mess.