What is love?
Is it a feeling that makes us happy?
Or is it something that makes other people happy?

Is it a person we can touch?
Or something far out of our reach?
Is it the struggle to make others happy?
Or is it self understanding?

Love can be the best thing in the world,
but it can also be the worst thing ever.
Do we even understand love?
Or we just merely begin to know it's true meaning?

Love is complex for us too understand
and too powerful for us to control.
It has a funny way of showing itself
and can be disappointing.
Soo...what is love?

But more importantly
What do you want from it?

fall endlessly like raindrops to the ocean;
Like little soldiers, one after the other,
They fall just as the enemy targets them.

Why am I here?
Why do I tell you this?
Why do these fall in my face when my insides feel nothing?

Then again, what is a smile with happiness in it?

One should be wary of too many showers;
of too much soap and shampoo.
The brutal water only bead on clean
and naked skin; after the shell
of dust and dirt and hell is wiped away.
The fogged mirror filters off
God, and leave half-finished marble
cracked and sickly soft.
When the hot water is cut and coldness
thrusts you into the light,
the air feels new and harsher
than the grime ever did.
One should beware being too clean.

Don’t preserve hatred in mind for so long, that it ferments your brain.*- Amitav

The girl with vintage dresses and flowers in her hair
is not as naive as you think she is.
With every toss of her satin-black locks,
she'll have you wrapped up around her finger.

The girl with red lipstick and flushed cheeks,
is not as shy as you think she is. 
She's disguising her thoughts; 
she's planning the entire universe in her head. 

The girl with a different book each day in her hand,
is already writing her own
with memories of those who have scarred her
and transformed her into 
the girl with vintage dresses and flowers in her hair
who now has the power to maneuver her way into your thoughts,
and **** you with nothing but a stare.