If it makes sense, it’s not love

If its all flowers and gardens.
It’s not love, it’s infatuation.
If you’re swimming and still haven’t sunk
It’s not love, it’s fondness.
If you’re in it just for the smiles and laughter
It’s not love, it’s greed.
If you think its toxic, or the other person is.
It’s not love, it’s your hopelessness.
If you’re still afraid of falling
It’s not love, it’s your desire.

Love is hope, selflessness, commitment and above all conviction.
It has it highs and lows. And that’s how you know it’s real.

Maybe…you’ll fall in love with me all over again.
Hell,” I said, “I love you enough now. What do you want to do? Ruin me?
Yes. I want to ruin you.”
Good,” I said. “That’s what I want too“.