I love love

I know it as fire and sea 

A force that pushes you 

Into the unknown

A force that makes you daring

A force that transforms you

A force that makes you

True

And sometimes a 

Fool.

They say there are different 

Love languages

But I see them more as

Expressions

The language is the same 

Of desire

Of deceit

The tones are all the same

Because…psychology.

When we slither beneath decency

We end up speaking the same lies

When we fail in pathetically 

Common ways

We start to hide

Things

When we are owned by

Fear.

Love raises us

But somehow

We keep distance and

choose pain with more

Frequency 

And 

Loyalty

It takes a warrior

to stop choosing

what’s easy

to break

what’s illusory

Those who are 

Still hurting

Use wounds as 

Walls

But love

Love makes doorways out of 

The same material 

That hurts us

And lets light in.

Love is showing up

When everything else has

Forsaken us.

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