What Is It?
Friday, November 19, 2010 @ 2:24 AM
I wonder what it is.
I wonder what makes you love someone so much your heart throbs.
I wonder if it is love when giving up everything is giving up nothing.
I wonder if it is love when you realize you don't need anything but them.
I wonder if it is love when you spend your dumb days and smart nights, thinking of them, making nights stupid.
I wonder if it is love when you begin to want to do more and more, for that person.
I wonder if it is love when you begin to wish that you'd hurt instead of them.
I wonder if it is love when you're willing to hurt instead of them.
I wonder if it is love if you try to hurt instead of them.
Why is love, love, if there is sacrifice?
Is is the genuine intention to give into that sacrifice?
Is it the willingness to give up within that sacrifice?
Is it the need to give up?
Is it that ache, where until they are happy, it won't subside?
Is it that wish, that... maybe if they were happy, nothing else would matter?
Is it that feeling that never stops?
Is that love?
Love is love.
Love is pure.
Love is twisted.
Love is obsessive.
Love is a master of camouflage, using hate as a costume.
Love is simple.
Love is petite.
Love is exemplar.
Love is indefinite.
Love is willingness.
Love is undeniable.
Love is requited.
Love is unrequited.
Love is everywhere.
Love is in your heart and in your brain and in your soul.
Love is something no one can go without.
Love is the food of life.
Love is love.
So why define it?
