It's hard to believe in love.

Because you ask yourself, every day,

If there is any reason for love

Other than the human want for a prelude to sex?

It's hard to believe in love.

Because you stay awake, every night,

Wondering why she chose you.

Wondering why the oxitocyn in her brain

Decided to show up when she sees you.

And you ask yourself

"Am I in love?

Or do I just love the idea of being in love?"

But you never know.

This doesn't feel like love.

At least, this doesn't feel like the love in books.

You don't feel like you're a half made whole.

You don't automatically forget about

Every single time you've 'loved' before.

All your life,

Your family, your friends, your favorite actors,

They've all been hype-men for this idea of love

That no one has experienced.

They just imagine.

It's hard to think of love.

Whenever you think of love you just think of

Someone who is on the brink of

Self-destruction to protect someone

Who they want to kiss.

It's hard to think of love

As anything but an unhealthy,

Codependent pair of two, one of whom

Is stronger, taller, wiser than the other.

Balance isn't for romance.