Love is complicated

What is it about love

That we can’t let go of?

That has us constantly seeking

For someone we don’t know,

Or maybe knew all along?

What is it that holds us?

That won’t let go?

It’s more than lust,

But we seek it with a single mindedness

That makes me wonder

What love has that holds us even

After our hearts are broken

And shattered in pieces.

What about love can put them back together

Seamlessly?

Why do we end up jaded

And scared of love once we have

Experienced it?

What is so important about love

That keeps us searching

Until we either can’t take any more

Heartbreak

Or find someone to love?

Why do we always love someone

We can’t have?

And then we don’t understand

Why they never loved us.

We are meant to be broken.

We feel every emotion,

But can’t control any of them.

And end up being controlled by them.

To be human

Is to feel without reason

Or explanation

For what we are feeling.

We fight to hide what we feel

But in the end

Everyone knows.

Even though we thought

We had hidden it so well

That it would never come to light.