If love was a person, it would have many sides.
it’d have a man bun and expressive eyebrows
but it’d also have piercing blue eyes and acne.
both sides are smart and observant,
weirdly optimistic,
but one is a little bit nicer than the other;
good grades and soccer balls,
deserving better than they get,
giving their all to everything,
kind to almost everybody,
but a little bad at managing time.
If love was a season, it’d have to be two.
it’d be autumn, where everything is
crisp and clear and beautiful,
full of colours and cold hands;
but it’d also be winter,
the unbearable cold and frostbite
mixing with the beauty of
pink cheeks due to the temperature
and hot cocoa that scalds your tongue and throat,
but you always drink it anyways.
If love made a sound,
it’d be somewhere between a scream and a whimper.
the scream could come from panic or fear,
or maybe the elation that comes from experiencing something amazing.
the whimper could be a cry for help
a cry of hopelessness
but it could also be someone begging someone else to stay,
come back to bed,
one more kiss,
or for just another minute of peace.
Love is everything and nothing,
something that can’t be defined
by any one person that says it’s so;
because love varies from person to person
who they see when they think about love
changes over time, or maybe it doesn’t,
and the same person rarely shows
for two people at the same time.
For me, love is blue eyes and acne,
soccer balls and anxious tapping.
Love can change.