Love will destroy
that sense of self
you’re no longer on your own.
Love is selfish
a singular manipulation
making thoughts hard to focus.
Love can be a thief
sneaking in and taking control
making it impossible to breathe.
Love is my dangerous companion
making us do things
we normally wouldn’t.
Love is a dark stranger
slammed and thrown down
against the minutes in hours.
Love and the impossible demands
hijacked and stolen
sick with worry.
Love and it’s sickness
quite honestly
I’d have it no other way.
What is Love Anyway?
