What is love?

Most find the answer,

Others seek the answer,

And some don't understand the answer.

Admiration,

Attraction.

The answers?

I have none.

Why?

Why do people love?

Why can people love?

Why do those lovely people hate the people they love?

Does love not matter?

How does one love?

How does one love without limits?

How does one love when all they're shown is hate?

Does love hate?

I understand the question;

Understand the answer,

Yet can't process the reason.

I try to find love;

Try to possess it;

Try to acquire it;

TRY TO CONSUME IT.

I want it.

I desire it.

I feed into it.

Those questions.

Again I ask.

Why?

I want to help;

Help them live,

Help them love.

But I don't know how to love.

Is that where I fall?

"To win the fight, you must know your enemy,

But knowing your enemy is not as important as knowing yourself…"

The limits which hold you.

The fears that control you.

You must know yourself.

I know myself.

I knew myself.

I knew who I was;

Two, three, four-

Four years ago?

My memories are hazy,

They're blurry,

I don't remember insignificant things.

So why did I forget about love?

Is it because love is insignificant?

Is it because love is worthless?

Even so, I want it.

I want it.

I want it.

I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I try and I-

Tried.

Then maybe I died.

That innocent old me died.

But maybe it never existed in the first place.

Am I REAL?

Is that person real?

That perfect me.

That disgraceful me.

I know it's all a feeble attempt to ignore who I am.

I'm selfish.

Subconsciously selfish,

Inherently selfish.

It feels wrong. 

I shouldn't use other people?

But…

Put yourself before others?

So…Mabey the answer to all the questions is simple:

Love is to use.

Love is to hate.

Love is a blooming flower you should stomp,

Because…

It's insignificant.