When it comes to love

To love is to hurt

It is to cry and scream and kick and shout

We are pulled in all directions when it comes to love

Our hearts snap in half like a frail stick

But love itself, is everywhere

It blankets the earth like a shawl

Providing warmth when words turn cold

We can always look to the perspective of love

But it is far more difficult to be at the short end of the stick

When it comes to loving someone who does not reciprocate,

We crumble

One might say we accept the love we believe we deserve

Rather than seek the love we desire 

But that is the beauty of it's uncertainty

Love is unpredictable 

To love is to hurt

But it is also to feel