Love

Love is interesting to me

It’s either a source of great happiness

Or it’s the cause of great pain

Genuine love is hard to come by

We are all capable of it

Yet some of us don’t have it

Here’s what blows my mind

Some people are too scared to seek it

While others are too eager to have it

Some people have too much of it

Yet some are left without any at all

Love is two sides of the same coin

Love is sad to me

How can you love someone so much

Yet they don’t love you in return?

They don’t see how invested you are in them

You aren’t worth it to them

And the worst part is

It isn’t their fault that they don’t love you back

Just because you love them

Doesn’t mean they have to love you

That’s what is so sad about love to me

I’ve seen love tear people apart in the worst ways

It is violent. It is heart wrenching. It is ironic in a twisted way

That people hurt each other for love.

Is “love” really that important that it is the cause of someone else’s pain?

Love is sad. Love is damaging. Love is not love at all.

Love is strange to me

It is strange in the sense that

It doesn’t always happen the way you want it

It is strange in the way that

Only makes sense years later when you look back on it

Love is strange in the way that

It makes me feel

Love is strange in the best way

Love is...