I’m not sure what love is anymore.

I use to define it as the crescendo of

feelings an individual has for another…

You can’t love after you love once, the feelings bear the first time where the most intense a man is capable of feeling. The feeling of the first love is one we drown with dull opiates, smoked filled lungs, lips of those we don’t care for. The feeling of knowing love is no longer possible is carried around like a closed case, bound to the wrist by steel clamps, a bracelet concealing the scars. Though this feeling of being capable of love and being unlovable, I contend to love you.

I want to love you, keep me sane.