It's Complicated 

Love is a complicated emotion,
Because it is not only an emotion.
It is a thought process, a lifestyle,
An action, a reaction, a dream.
The unfortunate suffer and rejoice
In the beauty and the beast of this word.
It is just a word,
Yet a word that must encompass
Every other word and thought and hope and want.
Why is the word so heavy, that it breaks so many-
It breaks so many, yet it builds up two-fold.
Love is a hate that everyone experiences,
Some better than others.
Some rise after the fall of one million,
And yet, some fall from the misfortune of that first time.
How does one control heaven and earth with one word,
And lose all power with one word?
Love, itself, a manifestation,
A vision, a being that is born to life.
That life that will search, provide, then destroy.
Love is a declaration, to cease every bit of selfishness
To become selfless only to be crushed-
Crushed because of the vulnerability of their actions.
The one wall with two sides, bordering two rooms,
Inside one home, stands firm against all trials.
This wall never to be demolished, that love never tarnished
As it is raged against, because love is everything.
The rise, so high , it is evolutionary.
The fall into deeper depths than the earth allows.
All unfortunate live this misfortune.
No one escapes this suffering.
Love is complicated.
Everyone has loved.

 

May 2014