do you really think love is easy?
that it takes no effort to keep love
to be love.
love is arguing over something small then
feeling **** about, wishing you had
better control over your tongue,
and saying sorry.
‘s not about who’s right, who’s wrong
‘s about making up,
‘s about taking the ripped out invisible chord
and plugging it back into each other.
reconnecting the love chord – not into the brain.
that day she said, “get out! i never want to see you again.”
he realised he’d’ ****** up big time for the last time.
that one more with the boys, meant the last one with her.
all she wanted was a window seat, but he gave her the aisle,
always the aisle,
the wrong aisle.
oh well.
thing is, you get another chance – at love that is.
best not look for it, clutch for it, search for it, otherwise
all you’ll find is desperation.
can’t love desperation.
you won’t even make the
plane if you fall for desperation.
love is many things, but what it’s not, is
easy.
whomever thinks it’s easy has never
found love.
they’ve found easy.