Love is...?

I've heard love described as many things: a drug, a gun, a gift, a chemical reaction, an illusion, God.

What is it to you?

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I am not all that you think.
I am not the girl who never cries
Nor am I the girl who is always cool
I am not the sexy woman
Or your mother.

I can cook
but not every night.
I absolutely hate to clean, but I will when I have to
And sometimes, I break promises.

I am often late
I hate being late
Which means I am often annoyed with myself
I don't mean to direct it at you.

I sometimes speak the exact opposite of my feelings
in order to gage your reaction
(I'm sorry. it's automatic - i don't plan it that way)
Please know that I don't hate you.

My poems hardly ever rhyme.

And I want you
Despite the certainty that one day you will break my heart
And go on living.