And if this is love, then why?
I mean it’s a silly feeling after all.
Full of highs and lows.
Full of unreasonable resentments
Uncontrollable longing.
If this is love, fine
But it leaves room for little else
Even for air.
Even for thoughts.
Are you sure it is love?
Have you felt it too?
It overwhelms and I
Am no longer ‘me’,
I no longer seek ambitious goals
Dwell on the everyday-
If this is love, it leaves me free!