its becoming distracting
how much I think about love
how much patience and thought
I waste on determining my love life
and wondering whether or not I want to be in love
or whether or not love is real.
love can be felt in an ideally
fragile state of mind
and it can be thought to feel immensely strong.
I can never differentiate
love and lust
because the feelings and the heartbreak
all feel the same to me.
just trying to cope with confusion and pain
and wondering whether a person is worthy of your time
and wondering if youre worthy of their time
because the uncertainty haunts you.
because youll find that one person
that makes you crazy in the best ways
and makes you feel alive
but you fight
and you hurt
because that's what love is for
and youre left wondering
do I give up?
or
should I keep fighting?
youre torn because that's what love does
because it wants you to hurt
so it can heal you
and it wants you to be happy
so it can shock you in the side
and say
hey, this isn't a fairy tale
and you learn.
but honestly
what is love
and is it real
do we try to love in life?
or do we give up all we know
to please ourselves?