Love is,
honestly,
Honesty.
it’s change, growth
“Love” lives inside the safe belly of a conscious choice
if you Love someone, you are Honest
It shows you a mirror
and when you lay eyes on your reflection,
you may just find the ugliest and most decaying parts of yourself
the cuts you always meant to clean, but haven’t
the broken bones which haven’t found their way back to one another
the injuries you never quite found a reason to nurture
when you Love someone, that passion should make you want to heal
It should nurse you quietly
until you can stand on your own,
where the work really begins
if not for yourself, for them
Love is what keeps your flesh from rotting,
for fear of that affliction bleeding onto the other
but Honesty is the beating heart of that choice
to Love, one must let Honesty course through their veins
as medicine for the soul.
