Everyone has it but

Some mistreat it

Others run from it

And few suppress it

Why do you not want to believe?

Are you afraid to admit to feeling?

It’s easier to convince yourself

That it isn’t real, that

They’ll all leave

& it's only a matter of when

But happiness exists because we make it

Love subsists because we let it

Our minds try too hard at times

To control what we have no control over to begin with

It starts with you

It starts with lust

And boy, does it suck

Especially when they don’t understand the conviction of your words

They may not see themselves as worthy

Or they might not want to commit to anything

So you’re left

With this overwhelming sense of security

An aching vulnerability

This weird acceptance and maturity

It’s tough

To not self-sabotage

To have somebody worth so damn much

To live in the moment

Happiness is a joyful satisfaction 

Love is an enacted emotion

Consuming its victims

Whether strong or weak,

Content or heartbroken

What is the point of having a heart

If you’re going to keep building walls around it?

It starts with you

It starts with trust

And man, does it suck

When they don’t want you back

Instead, they want you to be with them

It is a strange type of desire

Growing more obvious

In times of separation

I’m putting an end to your lack of education