love,

is a driving force,

like the gasoline that fuels the mileage of a vehicle,

or a human vessel.

 

love,

is a driving force,

the gasoline that can fuel a raging fire,

of intimacy,

or abuse.

 

i define love,

in so many ways.

i love my, 

friends,

family,

partners,

pets,

but do i love myself?

i doubt i have ever loved myself as much as i love others,

and i cant know the true definition until then.

 

until then,

love will not be an efficient fuel source,

or an enhancement to a current relationship:

good or bad.

until then,

love will be complacent.

 

i will fall into the trap:

the vicious cycle,

the catch 22,

i will hit rock bottom,

over,

and 

over.

 

i wont know how to dig myself out,

because i love you,

too much to leave.

 

because i love you,

too much to be my own independent person.

 

because i love you,

too much to speak up; to communicate.

 

because i love you so much that i am blinded,

blinded from your mistakes

(my failures)

and the plagues of the world.

 

because i love you so much that i let you build me up,

with a strong and solid foundation that flourished into a beautiful structure.

 

that love led to my destruction,

my walls came crumbling down:

 

and i let them,

 

because i love you.