People stumble through love,
never trying to understand it,
or really take it apart, ever.

Love shouldn’t be passive,
it’s not instantaneous,
and it never dies,
no matter what.

If I loved you years ago,
I still love you now,
it’s just different.

Love is a word that gets,
tossed around,
spewed out,
attached to everything,
one becomes dependent on.

It no longer explains,
the unique combination,
of apathy and empathy,
where everything just is.

It doesn’t mean anything,
anymore,
to anyone,
and maybe if never did.

Maybe I was your world,
or the other guy,
or nothing at all;
it all matters.

Every piece on the board,
has it’s specific role,
no matter how big or small.

Love doesn’t choose,
we choose.

Everyone is warped by the cycles of love;
the ebbs and the flows.

Accept that,
and live well.