i always think about the true meaning of love

The Lovers by Rene Magritte

To some people, it’s about feeling.

To some, it’s a specific language that if not spoken correctly, just couldn’t be

I imagine those people are just as lost as me

But to some people, it’s not hate

I fear for those people the most

It is a sad reality

For me, I’ve come to find — that it’s the most perfect mirror

A mirror that shatters any past conception of what I thought it could be

A deep pain that causes the one you love the most to forcibly turn a dagger inside you until it cuts you open

exposing your bare heart

And making a mockery of all you believed it to be

But

In its ruin, it gives birth to what love truly is

Which was — simply, purely, soulfully — me.

Love to me — is everything I can’t see

Shown boldly to me through the eyes of another

Or at least what I think they see

Until I realized it was always me

But as I’ve grown I’ve come to see that —

Love to me —