I Don't Know What Love Is Supposed To Be

Is love the spark that ignites the flame,

Or the smoke that chokes while whispering my name?

Is it the rush that makes my heart race,

Or the endless yearning to touch your face?

I’ve felt the high, the dizzying spin,

The pull of your gravity drawing me in.

But is it love, or just the need

To lose myself and finally feed?

Why you, and not the countless others,

Who pass like strangers, like distant brothers?

Why does my soul latch on to your fire,

Burning itself in reckless desire?

Is love an addiction, a beautiful ache,

A hunger for something I can’t remake?

Or is it the hope that someday I’ll find

The piece of me I’ve left behind?

I don’t know what love is supposed to be—

A fleeting high, or eternity.

But in your orbit, I’m lost, consumed,

Chasing a feeling I’ve long presumed.

And maybe love isn’t meant to explain,

The joy, the longing, the exquisite pain.

Maybe it’s chaos, wild and free,

A mirror reflecting the depths of me.

~RMC