It’s driving me insane. It feels like I’m holding on to something that’s not there. But then again, why do I care so much if it’s not there? This constant confusion, going back and forth, it’s making me go crazy. I don’t know what to do. It’s such a rocky path. If you have ever been there, I mean really been there, when you feel one with the person, not just lust or charity, but truly feel that’s where you belong. That’s how I feel. He’s my home.

Is It Love?

Are your palms sweaty? Is your heart racing? Is your voice caught within your chest?
It isn’t love, it’s like.
You can’t keep your eyes or hands off them, am I right?
It isn’t love, it’s lust.
Are you proud and eager to show them off?
It isn’t love, it’s luck.
Do you want them because you know they’re there?
It isn’t love, it’s lonliness.
Are you there just cuz it’s what everyone wants?
It isn’t love, it’s loyalty.
Do you stay for their confessions of love, because you don’t wanna hurt them?
It isn’t love, it’s pity.
Are you willing to give all of your favorite things for their sake?
It isn’t love, it’s charity.
Are you there because you care about them?
It isn’t love, it’s unconfidence.
Do you pardon their faults because you care about them?
It isn’t love, it’s friendship.
Do you tell them everyday that they are the only one you think of?
It isn’t love, it’s a lie.
But do you accept their faults because they’re a part of you are? Do you see their
true heart, and touch your soul so deeply it hurts? Are you attracted to others,
but stay with them without regret? Would you give them your heart, your life,
your death, and stay because a blinding uncomprehensible mix of pain and elation
pulls you close and holds you?
Then it’s love.