What Is Love?

What is love?

A lantern in a dark room?
A fragrance that lives inside us all?

Physiologically,
it bears a conspicuous similarity to disease;
a series of biological responses that trigger an emotional surge,
impairing habitual functioning.
How is love thee “cure” when many of our loved ones have departed because of it.
All of us drunk,
battling,
battling to deal with our sobriety. Actually we created it,
love,
without realizing it.
When we could think,
when our minds held more than just primal instincts,
our thoughts were born.
But we refuse to accept it as we wish to believe that love,
if anything is the one thing that’s real. Love is but an addiction;
like toxins running through our veins, at first it is slow,
quiet,
we don’t even notice,
and then it consumes us from the inside out until we’re parched like autumn corpses.

Hearts have become cold and desiccated,
all in the name of love.
But what if love is nothing but a state of mind;
an inception of a false reality,
an elaborate method of selfharm? What if like soldiers we are ready to die but are not courageous?
All of us stuck in a world where we find ourselves trapped in an eternity we can never escape.