Love

What is love?

The most cliched answer:

To keep your needs bellow and their's above.

But trust me; love's a raven, not a dove.

It turns bitter with age.

Makes you repent, sorrow, overthink and rage.

And then there comes the moment where

You begin to gauge

When and how you got yourself here.

Why is there so much pain for something (or someone)

You clearly hold so dear?

So you look at the mirror

And the only thing you see staring back is fear.

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Proofs:

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/9l8r2r/lonely_astronaut/

https://www.reddit.com/r/OCPoetry/comments/9l8ta2/smeared/

Edit: Turned poison into raven. Thnx @bcho-1