Love?

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