Love is

Love is pain. I am talking real life physical pain. Pain that you and only have your partner to blame.

That laugh so hard deep down in your stomach strain. That smile for so long your cheeks hurt pain.

Love kills. I am talking murder of all the bad feels.

Love blacks out, put a wall up and shoots down all of your insecurities and self sabotaging thoughts.

Love shakes you to your core, kisses you on your forehead, grabs you by the hand and

walks you through every door you have ever been afraid to in by yourself.

Love is real. You will start to see it in everything you do.

You will start to feel it in everything you touch.

It is a sensation, that will flow from your partner to you.

This poem is about: 
Me

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