Love is love

What is love?

What is this four-letter word without emotion?

What is emotion?

Is it more than words could ever explain?

You see, we have these words but what are these words without feeling, vision?

What are these feelings?

What is this attachment to something so sharable, you’re not mine.

Why this attachment when everything is temporary?

One thing's for sure tho, I can no longer pick you first.

You see, I grind too hard for your feelings.

I was willing to walk on bended knees; I would have given you my last dime.

I would have woken up at the crack of dawn to serve you your favorite breakfast if you wanted me to, but this is us; we, are unmutual, you are untrustworthy, and I just wanted a bond, someone to confide in to.

When two hearts combine and decide to be completely naked with one another.

When two cups overflow into one another's, because even love knows that love feels its own cup, independently.

Love is love.

-8/2/26