what is love?
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an analysis for the lover's mind

what is love?

i began my pursuit of hiding,

i began my pursuit of hiding, belittling,

i began my pursuit of hiding, belittling, the very notion of romantic love.

for what was the point of loving others if it was the hardest part to love yourself?

for what was the point of loving others if it was the hardest part to love yourself? was,

for what was the point of loving others if it was the hardest part to love yourself? was, is.

or maybe that's the point.

or maybe that's the point. boundless, unselfish, beyond.

or maybe that's the point. boundless, unselfish, beyond. your life for theirs.

or maybe that's the point. boundless, unselfish, beyond. your life for theirs. their existence over yours.

but to what extent does it reach until it becomes deadly, intoxicatingly dangerous?

i abhor the notion of giving up everything for someone.

i abhor the notion of giving up everything for someone. what is left but your hands, head, arms, legs?

what of your brain,

what of your brain, your heart,

what of your brain, your heart, your being?

if who you became grew from a seed,

if who you became grew from a seed, a plant not sowed by you,

if who you became grew from a seed, a plant not sowed by you, who was in control?

some may say both.

some may say both. you used the light,

some may say both. you used the light, the water,

some may say both. you used the light, the water, the air,

some may say both. you used the light, the water, the air, to keep yourself alive,

but who had tended to your soil,

but who had tended to your soil, maintained the water,

but who had tended to your soil, maintained the water, kept you warm in months of frost and decay?

partial becoming from you little plant,

partial becoming from you little plant, and the great gardener.

on that note, should there be any sense of irrevocable giving.

was it love when the fondness left?

was it love when the fondness left? when it fell down red cheeks and shattered with the broken things.

ying and yang breathe life into the air we consume.

ying and yang breathe life into the air we consume. should love be the same?

it is new.

it is new. it is foreign.

it is new. it is foreign. a whole entity flittering about under foot,

it is new. it is foreign. a whole entity flittering about under foot, waiting,

it is new. it is foreign. a whole entity flittering about under foot, waiting, biding its time.

choosing it's moment to swirl up your legs and let forth inky swirls upon your lashes

choosing it's moment to swirl up your legs and let forth inky swirls upon your lashes if only to blind the strongest of persons.

no.

no. maybe it glides across your skin,

no. maybe it glides across your skin, your arms,

no. maybe it glides across your skin, your arms, the contours of your softened cheeks.

caresses you softly as it whispers words in your ear,

caresses you softly as it whispers words in your ear, guiding you towards a love that will replace it.

hands to slide across your skin,

hands to slide across your skin, your arms,

hands to slide across your skin, your arms, the contours of your softened cheeks.

who would do that with my unforgiving smile?

who would do that with my unforgiving smile? could they touch my bottom lip,

who would do that with my unforgiving smile? could they touch my bottom lip, and feel the twitch,

who would do that with my unforgiving smile? could they touch my bottom lip, and feel the twitch, or would they take a seat,

who would do that with my unforgiving smile? could they touch my bottom lip, and feel the twitch, or would they take a seat, and wait for words.

could they know me better than i know myself?

could they know me better than i know myself? could i know them better than they know themself?

maybe.

for what is love?

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