You learn to work for what you want.
Only to have it ripped out of your hands.
I used to think that love was about working hard,
And working towards your goals.
Working for your Prince Charming,
But love is more about learning to let go.
It’s about working toward that goal,
But it’s more about learning to grieve once it’s gone.
It’s about remembering and forgetting,
All at the same time.
It’s a constant battle,
A war.
It’s about being torn between,
Wanting to remember the memories,
But it’s also about trying to erase them.
Love is life,
Handing out lemons,
But having them go sour.
Love makes you strong,
But breaks you.
Builds you up,
But tears you down.
It’s about wanting something so bad,
You can taste it,
But can’t fully grasp it.
It’s about being so close,
But so far away,
Thinking you’re almost there,
But nowhere close.
It’s about keeping that strength and those goals,
But also giving up on them.
It’s whiplash, everyday.
Not knowing when to quit,
Not knowing when to stop, and let go.
It’s about fighting because maybe there’s a chance,
When you know there’s no chance at all.
Love is about getting the one you want,
And having them taken away.
Love is about learning to let go.
This is honestly, just a rant of my thoughts.