Some battles are so intense
That we lose in love, they say
But we often refuse to accept
That truly loving is this way.

In love, we count our losses
that our bare backs dare to hold
and find each one heavier than the last
as though we lose tenfold.

And yet the sacrifices made inevitable
are ones often unreciprocated
And make us question our innocent selves
of why we even made it.

But love is love, as they often say
And we lose ourselves when it is true,
But how much is lost is merely dictated
by the choices made by you.