What is Love?
What Is Love?
In my dramas it’s so sweet and always seems to have me on the edge of my seat but… that’s not quite what I see. I grew up in a shattered household. Parents separated before I could read. Hate so deeply seeded you wonder if you’re forced to choose sides in a war of despise. Forced to choose and mediate. The go between because they can’t seem to communicate. Given twisted visions of the love and forced to envision if this is just some. Hoping and dreaming to have love like you see on the screens, but forced back to reality by the arguments between. Parents who can’t get along long enough to be in the same room for moments in your life that feel like achievements to you. But what is love? I’d like to know the truth. Cause to a kid from a broken home, it feels there’s no use. Love feels like a means to an end. Something that’ll break as soon as it truly begins. I look around and see toxic behaviors and then… what happens to them all? They end up broken. Why would I put myself through that when I’ve seen it before? I know what’ll happen, I don’t need to settle a score. So what is love? I hear it’s supposed be this great thing. But from I’ve seen, it’s no call for celebration. It’s just a temptation. It will be over soon, there’s no hesitation. So is this love I’m feeling or just admiration? It’s so convoluted, I start to feel stupid. My feelings so lost from my broken delusion paired with disappointing illusions. So what is love? I need to find what the truth is.
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