I Confuse Love

I was riding in a bus on my way back home Watching the pouring rain outside my window, as my thoughts recognize this epitome this argument I had in an attempt to answer my confusions I confuse love to create some magic embodied in a situation we call “romantic” When in reality it’s simple, enduring and tragic Far less than being dramatic I saw love from those who are unloved Those who receive less but give more than what they have Society calls them stupid for they weep and starve when they’re the ones who justify the reality of love