poetry/writing :)

what is love?

it's the sudden relief as you realize the traffic light is turning green when you're late. it's the smile displayed across a child's face when they wake up on Christmas morning; the smile that appears once again when they see the presents under the tree. the child has not been broken by the lie of Santa Claus and that is part of the appeal. but, at the same time, love is the mourning and sadness you feel after you lose your closest family member to the cancer you never knew they had. it's the pain you feel as you remember today is the day you lost your mother six years ago. you say you love him. you've been with him for six months and he says he has loved you since the day he met you. you don't know how you feel anymore. he hurts you and breaks you down mentally, but he says it's because he loves you, so it must be okay. but it's not, it's not okay. being hurt is not being loved. love is not made from hurt. love should make you feel like you're on top of the fucking world. love is the smile that splays across your face when his picture appears on the screen of your phone as he calls you. love is when he pulls you tight and kisses you in public. love is not just sex and kisses, it's sitting on your bed and talking through your struggles. abuse is not love, being smiled at after waking up from a kiss on your forehead is love. being in love can be blinding, but it is never, ever toxic and hurtful.