Love me...?
Love is the question, always the question.
Never the answer.
What is the answer?
To the never ending question that is constantly asked, always on repeat.
Do you love me?
You love me?
...love me?
Always asked but never truly answered.
You told me you loved me && I believed.
How could that be?
I answered your question of love with a guarantee.
With sacrifice and damaged baggage.
With the adoration of a small puppy, the answer to your question spewed from my mouth
Eagerness && excitement perfumed out my pores.
Silly of me.
So ready && so brave
Ready to “take on the world”
I forgot about the consequences that comes with an answer.
The question of love is so much more than just that.
It’s a ticking time bomb
A loaded gun
It’s the nightmare you feel && the monster hiding under your bed.
In disguise the consequences hide.
The question of love is asked && you answer “yes.”
You become the sacrificial lamb
Your soul becomes ripe && ready for the picking...
For the taking...
For the ripping.
Love is the question && everyone pretends that they do not know the answer.
The answer is your heart!
Your soul, your spirit.
Your positivity, your happiness
Your smile.
Everything that is you is the answer.
All of you, anything that is left after the picking of your emotional bones.
The answer to the question of love is EVERYTHING.
All that you have, all that you own.
You answer the question of love && you are left with nothing.
So...
Do you love me?
