THOUGHTS

This Is What It Is

This is what it is.

To know how it is to love. To know how it is to bare your soul, your everything to a person. This is what it makes me. Us. Love.

This is how it feels.

To love somebody completely that you lose yourself in it. To open up yourself completely, to show and tell them about your scars. To show what it is that you hide behind the closed doors of your bedroom.

To bare yourself, as naked as you can be and smile amidst the pain.

This is what it is. To love a love so great, that you slowly and cluelessly slip away from you. From what you used to be.

And after knowing what it is. What it's like. What it should be. What you do for it. After giving all of you and pouring every piece of yourself in it. You end up getting hurt.

You end up worse than what you've been through for the past years of loneliness, fear, grief, suffering and hate.

You've bared yourself too much that you don't even left as much to see your own reflection. To see yourself. Completely. Utterly and pathetically on the ground. Weeping. Hoping. Loving, Hating and Loving yet again.

You gave too much that you don't have anything else to hold on to. Not even an outstretched hand. Not even a single thread.

You left your self to be seen too much that you don't have anything left to cover your nakedness. Your boldness. Your scars. Your past. Your wounds.

You've seen too much, so you gave too much. You've showed too much. You know too much and still, you chose to live less. You lived too little to know that the world is as cruel as it can be and to know that stupid is as stupid as it does.

And that you are stupid. As stupid as you can be.

So,this is what it is. Love.

~Andrea M.