Objectification of Love

Exhilaration.

Heart rate speed up.

Mind confused.

Is it me? Is it you?

Diletated pupils.

Sex education didn't teach me this.

 

Arousal?

Doesn't seem to hit it.

Must be something more

 

Love

 

It's a experience.

A state.

Euphoria

 

No

 

It's a goal.

A expectation.

A requirement for us to work

(but it's only been 3 weeks!)

 

Yes

 

Of course.

It's something to play with.

Take for granted.

Destroy and try to regain.

 

It's okay

I still love you

Hate you

It doesnt matter

We'll work anyway

 

Because we have love

We brought love

We found love

We got love

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