What Is Love?

What is love?

We hear love all the time like it’s something that we should all know very well.

But the truth is, we don’t know anything about it at all.

So what is love?

My first encounter with that word was with this guy named C

He gave everything to me, compassion, reassurance, strength, and pain

He made me feel like I was the only one in his life

saying that how one day he would make me his wife

but that was before he gave me my first bruise.

Not on my skin but from within. When he spoke the words came out like a romantic symphony, the colors of his voice rung out penetrating me with every sentence. “I love you”

Those three simple words can mean the world to you feeling like you're on a pedestal for that guy. No one comes before you

Until you realize you’re not the first he said those three words to.

It begins to become repetitive, the words start fading out, becoming nothing

If you love me? Why would you hurt me? If you love me? Why would you speak hate onto me? You never loved me.

The second was with this guy named B

Oh, how we connected

Spiritual, mental, and emotional—the strings of our anatomy intertwined so that we can be—one

I wanted those three words to burst out of my mouth with all the strength that I had in me. I wanted you to say it to me

but instead all you wanted was intimacy

It’s funny how lust can look a lot like love and how feelings change towards someone when they don’t put out

If you love me? Why would you only want my body? If you love me? Why won’t you accept my mind? You never loved me

Everything's a cycle, I can’t find the one, will I ever find the one? Is there even a such as “the one”

There's 7 billion people on the earth and if there’s only one person for me then why ain’t he here?

My prayers were answered.

This guy named D

Same humor, same goals, same mind

We were conjoined from the hip, always there for me when I was in need

Kept me happy, laughy, and alone.

You did not understand what you did wrong but if you just turned around and looked at me

maybe you could have seen the damage you caused.

Not physically, but emotionally.

The struggle I had to undergo in that relationship

bringing my self-esteem to an all-time-low

I’m a beautiful queen. Shouldn’t I be treated like one? Where’s my crown and my throne? I wasn’t meant to be used as a wastebasket. But for you, that’s all I wanted to be. I would clean up your mess

make you feel those three simple words like it was indented in your skin

but you couldn’t see what you were doing to me from within!

If you love me? Why would you abandon me? If you love me? Why weren’t you here? You never loved me

So the question still stands, what is love?