love has always been described as something that brings one a warm pleasant feeling in the depths of your bosoms. Something that makes one feel like they belong, that even through all the flaws you are are perfect still in that love. That even though there is better out there, no one can be better than you are to that person. That if love could be compared to sound, it would be compared to chime bell on window sill, gently swaying and tinkling with every sweet movement. To the sound of birds tweeting and the whisper of the soft wind brushing against your face. To the sound of sweet, sweet laughter that when you hear, you cant help but smile...
So is this love??
Love is dark, full of tears, torment and heartbreak. Love gives people the opportunity to violently tear out someone's heart, trample and abuse it only to give it back with " I'm sorry".
Love is a method to control those who wear their hearts on their sleeve. Love is not for those of the pure in heart that only want to love. You see life is cruel to those that are sensitive, to those that care about things that they shouldn't two shits about. Why??? Because although everyone says "aww she's so nice and kind" they laugh behind your back and think of many ways they can use you because its sooo easy. So easy to manipulate someone that just really wants to help you and publicly shows that they care for you...deeply.
Then you sink right back into the depths of darkness that you are trying oh so hard to escape. This time by the person who has your heart, your love. Your personality and care for others being the iron ball and chain chained to your legs, pulling you into the depths of darkness, and the one you love?? slowly cutting the last piece of rope keeping you from disappearing into the darkness forever....
