Why I write on Love.

I write on love

Because I know

All about it.

But then,

I don't.

I spill my heart on paper,

Expecting it to understand

The feeling of love

Because I'm pretty sure

What love looks like.

But I am still

Hung up on the fact

That I haven't really

Known how it feels.

Maybe it's like

Seeing someone

Who loves you

With all they have.

But then,

You can't comprehend

Why it takes so long

For you to commit

To that person.

Maybe it tastes

Bittersweet;

Almost like

The taste

In the back of your throat,

When you realize

That you've fallen

For the wrong one

Who'd eventually

Break your heart

Or worse,

Leave

Without doing it;

So that you're the one

Who drops on the floor

And shatter into pieces.

Maybe it's like

Making the same mistakes,

Over and over again,

Knowing that

It's still a mistake

Even if

You make it with a

Different person this time.

Maybe it's like

Writing letters

And never giving them

Because you thought

It'd be silly.

Maybe it's like giving

Those letters anyway;

To the person,

Who you know

In your heart

Is the one.

But you're too scared

To put a foot forward.

I write about love

Because I know 

That this world needs it,

Even if it is not really 

A good place for

Love to exist.

I write about love

Because without love

Things would fall apart,

Never to be joined back again.