And even if.

Even if love is a big fat disgusting lie.
A forced brain trick.

I’m willing to forever live it, breathe it and feel it.

Even if love was proven to be wrong and not making any sense.
Even if I cut in my own fingers with it and
**** myself with a sugarcoated deception.

I’m willing to forever defend its name as if it is the truth.

Cause even if love isnt love and love may not be what we told ourselves what love is.

Love is mine.
Love is yours.
Love is ours.

And Love,
connects,
us.