love isn't at all
the way it's portrayed in the movies-
instead, it is dancing on eggshells,
ignoring the sharp pains in your feet
because the music is still playing

love is
ripping grass out of the ground
tugging until you get to the very roots
of the person you love

love is
stained glass
it colors the windows of the soul
and filters the light that enters
in the most delightful of ways

LASTLY,
love is the headache after a party
knowing you had a fun time while it lasted
but now it's dark
and the fun is over