What is Love?

Humans.

Dark creatures that wreak havoc

and make the rest

of the world

suffer from

their horrible mistakes,

mistakes

that should

never have

been made,

by creatures

that should never

have existed.

Animals.

We are all

animals

that do

what is necessary

to survive,

but what

is necessary?

Is

it necessary

to kill endlessly,

to create wars

without reason?

To fight,

without a cause,

and end up

dead?

I believe

that it is unnecessary

to start wars

without reason.

True love

may exist, and those

who have it

will wage wars

to save

their loved ones,

no matter

the cost.

I am proud

of those who do, and yet

disappointed,

for they are blinded

by a small,

ridiculous

feeling.

Something

makes humans

different, as if

we know

what real

love is.

Something

pulls us in

and brings our attention

to someone else,

as if nothing

can stop

the connection

that everyone feels

when they’re around

certain beings.

Some

call it love

and some

call it a feeling

that makes us all

feel the need

to reproduce.

But

some call it evil,

a feeling

that tears

you apart,

from the inside

to the outside

until you’re nothing

but

a corpse, torn

by love.

I

have been torn apart

by love, like many others

in this world,

and it is not

a nice feeling.

It

doesn’t make

anyone feel like

they have been

given a bouquet

of roses,

or given many

boxes of chocolates.

In Reality,

love

can harm you.