Love

Hey love, what’s going on?

Hey Cupid, you had one job! 

Why are you playing target practice with our hearts, shooting arrows that miss, leaving us torn apart?  

Why do we walk these streets like we’ve been robbed, empty pockets full of promises that never made it home?  

We’ve been down this road the right way, the real way, yet someway, somehow, we find ourselves here again—the ninth time— hoping for something different from the past’s cruel déjà vu.  

Tell me, is love a maze or a battlefield?

Is it fate’s riddle, or are we just casualties of hope?  

We patch up wounds with borrowed time, hold shattered hearts like they won’t bleed through our fingers, but love—love laughs in the face of logic,  

asks us to leap even when the ground is crumbling?

Are we fools for believing or warriors for refusing to let go?  

Because even after every heartbreak, every ghost,  

every goodbye that turned into an echo,we are still here, still reaching, still craving, still daring to love  

like we’ve never been burned before.  

So, hey love, if you can hear me, let this be the time, the chance, the moment where love stays, where love builds, where love is more than a fleeting fire.  

Let it be hands that don’t tremble when they hold us, eyes that don’t wander when they see us,  

Don't let it be another temporary solution at the empty side of our bed but a heart that beats with ours,steady, certain, and whole.  

Because love, we are tired of reruns,tired of déjà vu and almosts.  

This time, let love be real.This time, let love choose us too.