Love Is
I remmeber when I thought love was getting slammed into a door.
Love meant evacutating your comfort zone to make him happy.
to be kissed and hit
Kissed and hit
Kissed and hit
until the novelty was no more.
Love is the agreement to go above and beyond
to sacrfice for another's expense
Love is the blessing and curse everyone will experience
Losing it, Gaining it, Stumbling in it. It's a malleable substance that
all people want to master bending.
Love is the one thing everyone has in common.
We all want it, think we have it or fighting for it.
Love is more than a "I luv u" text in the morning and night.
It's more than a hashtag or a teddy bear on Valentine's Day.
It's you and me, against all odds.
Ignoring the insecurities, the doubt and the lack of trust.
Just trusting that you are enough.
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