What is love?
Love is holding something as beautiful as a rose
while clasping onto the razor-sharp thorns
and letting your blood escape
along with your sanity
Love is looking in the mirror
and seeing every flaw they point out
while you melt your face away with tears
and smear your imperfections with makeup
Love is only accepting a you
that you may never achieve
but a you society pushes on you
till you can't fucking breathe
Love is letting someone in
and watching them shit on
your very existence
and believe it's all you deserve
Love is threatening to bury you alive
and instead of planning your escape
you hand them the damn shovel
Is this love?
No
It's so far from fucking love
that love seems like a distant star
dying out from abuses pollution
Abuse is not the scary monster under the bed you picture
Abuse doesn't drip blood
or ooze green, evil mist
Abuse lurks behind even the nicest people
and leeches onto any happiness you have
and sucks it till its gone and you're a hollow shell
Abuse happens to everyone
but we're so bent on believing that this shit is love
that were forgetting how badly were killing ourselves
Stop looking at everything with rose colored glasses
and stop letting yourself fall into this trap
Love does not equate abuse
abuse is the oil to loves crystal clear water
so stop muddying something so pure
and so beautiful
just so you feel less alone