Love

**Love,**

They say it takes time, but how long before two rockets collide and explode?

They say it's fun, nice, and romantic—but what happens when the arguments begin?

What happens when I want to give up searching for "the one"?

What happens when I don’t want to wade through rocky seas to find him?

I don’t want to trek through the darkness of night or the deepest mud pit just to reach him.

**Love,**

They say you’re intertwined with another.

Intertwined, huh? I feel like I’m falling far behind.

Like a rope on a mountain, holding on for dear life—until my foot slips, and now I’m hanging on the edge.

There I am, clinging with everything I’ve got.

**Love,**

They say it’s passionate.

Bodies entwined, she feels his warm lips against hers. She pulls him closer, wanting more of his touch.

But what happens when that fire burns?

When it burns like hot coals leaving holes in your heart,

Burns like acid ripping through you,

Burns like a house set aflame.

No house, no foundation—and without a foundation, you’re lost.

You try to rebuild, stacking the blocks again. But just as you’re about to place the final piece, it all comes crashing down.

**Love,**

They say it’s charming.

Like two champagne glasses clinking in a toast—except mine shatters.

Thin shards of glass scattered on the floor.

**Love,**

They say it’s blind.

So blind that I step on the broken glass.

How can I fix what’s shattered when I can’t even finish building the house before it collapses again?

**Love,**

They say it’s easy.

But it’s not like flipping a light switch.

It’s more like pedaling a bike uphill.

And when you finally reach the top, it’s smooth sailing downhill, the wind in your hair.

You feel unstoppable.

Until you hit a stump and fall.

**Love,**

Is that what love is—for everyone?