love.
a fear,
an excitement.
we hear of it the most,
yet still do not know it.
anticipation for the future,
confusion of the present.
a beauty,
a monstrosity.
we treasure it,
and we despite it.
it brings us together,
and tears us apart.
i love you,
i can't do this, i'm sorry.
i can't live without you,
you can, you just don't want to.
i love you,
i love someone else.
why do most of us feel we can't live without it?
