Love is not. Love is.

Love is not patient.

Love rushes through your veins and stumbles across your tongue in a passion-drunk hurry.

Love is not kind.

Love will pull at your heart from every direction imaginable and never once give you a damn clue as to which way is the right way.

Love envies.

Love glows toxic green as it's knuckles turn white from squeezing your chest like a vice.

Love boasts.

Love is proud.

Love reaches out for every eye and ear and every last drop of attention while demanding a response.