Everyone is searching for it. We spend hours, days, months, years seeking this four letter word.
Not many have it figured out. It get’s confusing to some
We ask questions like, ” How do I know when it’s real?” and “When will I find the one?”
Love, is it really that complicated?
How could the very word that brings comfort and joy also bring heartbreak and pain?
Is it really a double edged sword?
Or, could it be that we destroy words when we blame them for our mistakes?
We paint over red hearts with black lines, we take feelings and we abuse them?
Why do we do this? And then blame love?
We must remember that we are not to blame
Love admits wrongs, owns up to the truth
But keeps no record
Love will always be beautiful
Even when you are most broken its there offering to mend your heart
But will you be too blind to see?
grow inside of you
Love will see you through
You should see it in the eyes
staring back at you in the mirror