(Is It love)

I love you 

I mean everyword I said

I love your beauty and your grace 

your presence is what gives me life

my sole candle in the nigth

...

but this love is toxic

 I've grown too dependant upon you

Feeling that I must be accepted by you and only you  

that without your presence I would cease to exist 

thus, I realized that this love has turned to obsession 

reflecting on myself, and my infatuation 

I soon realized I had to put an end to this 

I had to severe the strings that linked me with her 

They were all cut on by one, but one still lingered

 For the one strenghten by hope was impossible to severed 

so it must be hidden away

For it is still waiting for something that will never come 

For love must not come from obsession but from unity

the strings must be bonded and intertwined 

not hooked on to  the other petson

that is what I belive love truly is 

The mutual acceptance of one another