Love doesn't exist in the way people think it does.
It has nothing to do with ****** fulfillment,
It isn't the spark you feel
When seeing someone you could spend
The rest of your life with,
It isn't a fairytale
Where someone will protect you,
It isn't the emotional fulfillment someone gives you
When they say those three words,
It isn't remotely close to the ******* people say love is.

Love is the most beautiful disaster,
It's that feeling of utter sickness when they're not around, It's not wanting to speak to anyone else,
It's understanding a person as being more than a person, They aren't human anymore,
They're a dream you don't want to walk up from. Regardless if it's a nightmare or not.
Love is the lightning attracted to the tallest tree,
Love destroys you,
Than builds you up again and destroys you once more. Love is the fire that consumes an old photograph.
Love is the hand you keep reaching for that isn't there. Love is everything and nothing at once.
Love will always **** you, there's no ******* doubt it will, It'll drown you in a river, it'll let the blood drain faster
From your wrists,
It'll make the ground hit harder,
But in the end love sets you free,
Love let's you know that you lived for someone so beautiful all the happiness in your life
Had to look away
Out of pure jealousy.

Love is the un-pickable flower.