What Love Looks Like

Love is blue. 

A never-ending cascade of emotions that send your whole world spiraling out of control.

Love is orange. 

Igniting the quiescent yet unpredictable flame that burns brightly in your abdomen.

Love is butterflies. 

Butterflies have always had a funny way of entrancing you.

Leaving feelings of uneasiness, confusion, ecstasy and so much more.

Love is a book.

You can read it word from word.

But the ending will always be a new surprise.

For love never stays the same.

Love is a drug.

It costs too much, and it can be deadly.

The side effects will leave you with a feeling of...euphoria for a night, and nostalgia in the morning.

Love is glass.

Yours forced to tiptoe around it

in fear of that, you´ll step on it.

In fear that you will get hurt.

Or maybe become just like it.

Broken.

Sometimes we tiptoe around all the bruises and pain that´s been inflicted on us.

Constantly, relentlessly, letting the bruises spread up your body. 

As if its a canvas to be painted. 

Love is so many things in the eye of the beholder. It´s just depending on how you choose to see it.