Tell me the rules of your perceived reality, So that I can live up to your expectation of me. Because isn’t that what love is? To sacrifice your own reality for a blend of the two? To love is to sacrifice, To sacrifice is to lose, And to lose is to hurt. But am I okay with the pain that results from love? Yes, but only because I know.
I know that love is more than hurt, I know that love is more than the feeling of it being ripped away, Without care for you wanting to cling to it. I know that love is more than constant giving, Resulting in the emptiness that eats away, When the night grows into morning.
If I love at my fiercest my heart with ache more, But it will also be comforted more, It will be. It must be, Otherwise it is all for not.