Love is wonderful

Maybe it is not entirely love that screws us up. Maybe more than love letting us down, we are letting love down. We fail at the start, we stumble at the stops. We give up easy, we fall short. We don’t ask to be held enough, we don’t ask to be followed when we storm out in inexplicable rage. We don’t turn around. We don’t return a hug. We don’t ask to be forgiven, we don’t ask for acceptance. We never reach out, our inflated egos are a too huge to be put away. We turn the page never noticing how hard our fingers tremble. We walk out tear stained, lost and then break into a run. Maybe, love gets so tired giving out chances that it walks away. Maybe because you let it inside your skin, you will have to be torn apart for all the love to be let out. Maybe, love is wonderful.