Unbreak me

Love is love . Is love .

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Love

How can a four letter word be so complex
I love you .
I have love for you ;
I'm in love with you ;
I love it when you ;
I love how you;
I love the thought of;
I love the way;
I love .
I love to love.
I love the feeling of love.
I feel awakened in love.
I feel at ease with love.
Love is so seamless.
Love is love is love.
Complex. Difficult.
Easy. Understanding.
Love.
It can mean so many things.
I love you so much I don't want to let you go.
But I love you enough to know my feelings aren't more important than your personal growth.
Hmph.
Love is literally a Pandora's box.
I know. I don't know. I think. I misread. I didn't understand. But I want to.
Love.
Just a four letter word that can break or create an existence .
Can literally stop time and take you places all at once.
Love.
Such a taboo , these days.
Your weak when you say it , but somehow your soul is so liberated by it.
Love . Crazy how it can consume and all at the same instance run away from you.
Covered in something so magical but still so far away .
Crazy right?
Love .
Fairy tails, goblins, angels, demons, unicorns, puffy pastry's , and tea .
High rise of the sun, and low beams of the moon.
What is love to you?
I like the way the rain smells right after the grass is cut.
The feeling is like being hugged by love .
Like God showing me love back , just a reminder .
Or what about when you're fresh out the shower your skin is a bit tighter , hair a bit longer , your eyes a bit brighter , your body loving you right back.
Or simply when you look in someone's eyes after a quick kiss , like the sun emits from their soul , right to yours . They loved that feeling of closeness.
So simple , not too much. Or too little . Just easy enough.
But that . That was love.
I am optimistic. At the expense of myself .
I'm okay with the bad days .
As long as the good days run over them .
Block out the dirty clouds and replace it all with glory.
I know I know I know.
That's toxic.
But some toxins are good for us .
Love love love.
Such a sick little feeling.
Get you high, get you drunk.
It's so intoxicating can't get enough.
Love love love .
Just a four letter word with so many outcomes.
I love to love , love.
But I run from it .
Why is that ?

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I used to believe love was something you gave and got something worth in value in return. Like a currency . I pay and I get the product Desired .  Maybe even like a payment plan , if I gave someone the best parts of me I would receive that in return .  But nobody told me , it wasn't like that. What I call love another may call likeness.  It was never set up to be an equal playing field .  I got 50 yards on my side . And 50 on yours . I have to play this game right to get my touch down . But either would you be a sore loser ? Though you still win the person who loves you. Let's say I lose and you win and you get the choice to leave the field with my heart or to cater to it and hold me close . Most people would leave that field . Most people run away from love because they don't know how it's suppouSed to feel . Uncharted waters aint for everybody . Nobody told me . That somehow , someway , I would understand the depth of love . Though it would be a possibility I wouldn't receive it . How it is to understand something so beautiful but not being able to hold it close . Cashing out on this currency and claiming bankruptcy. Corrupted by the worldly hate of love . They say they love love .  But capture it in pain. Nobody told us it was this way . LOVE .

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Love
Light
Openness
Value
Everything
Love
Lies
Over powering
Victimizing
Everything
Love
How we love,  love
Love
How we hate , love
Once a picture painted with such delicate strokes
Smeared in pastels
Made of glass
Shaped in the hottest of fires
Blown with the hardest winds
Love
Can you make it through
Love