Love , love is like being a toddler lost in a store sad and alone and just as you find your mother you run up to her squeezing her leg with every ounce of life you have only to look up and realize that isn't your mother , love , love is like the the joyful times being had on a beach only for it to get swept away by a raging hurricane of regret followed by an array of sadness , love , love cannot be explained because while it has me clinging on to life like it's my first gasp of air after being underwater it can be a volcano of happiness for you , but not an active volcano no , not a volcano that still lets off smoke to warn the surrounding village that it could some day blow but a volcano that has no chance of waking up , at one point in time I was the volcano , fixing broken people just for them to hurt me and turn around and say I'm the problem , but for me to believe only meant that I lost myself in the process of trying to find someone else , the only thing more dangerous than being oblivious is being aware because now that I know my flaws I'm constantly building walls pushing away the very people that are trying to show me love , love love love love love love such a tantalizing thing , the steak of emotion is what I call it , but my steak hasn't been cooked through, it looked amazing on the outside but when I bit it began to bleed , I'll never understand how something that I enjoyed hurt me beyond return ... love
