Is that what love is? It's a sense of selflessness in the least.
selfless because you don't worry for yourself anymore.
you don't cry for yourself anymore.
you don't laugh at yourself anymore.
you don't even truly live for yourself anymore.
love makes you selfless but sometimes love is such a selfish little thing.
in itself, love takes all of you.
all of your tears,
all of your emotions,
all of your laughter,
all of your butterflies.
love takes these things and gives them to someone else.
love doesn't ask your permission, love needs no consent.
and that's the wicked beauty to it, it takes your everything,
but replaces it with the same things you lost, they just come from the other person.
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Love Truly
PoetryThese are just poems that I've either written and/or found relevant. There will be ones relevant to break-ups, sad love, and the romance that everyone is so in love with.