Falling?

When we fall in love,

Is it a slowly paced out marathon

Or a fast, blurry downward spiral

That we were never warned about?

Is it the first time we see them

That it begins…

Is it the time when we look at them

noticing that little fleck of brown in their green eyes?

Do we start to dream about them,

Knowing we want them to be in our life forever?

Is it the simple way they sigh when

They have something on their mind?

The way their eyes light up when they laugh?

When we start to care more about how they feel,

Their happiness becomes more important than ours,

Is that when we are in love?

Could that be simple infatuation?

If we let them go for their happiness,

Is that selflessness or self-doubt?

When did the lines blur so bad?

When does selflessness

Become self-sacrificial?

We gradually lose ourselves in

Trying to make someone else happy?

Is falling in love actually something

That is so beautiful?

Or is that what they tell us

So that we will want to fall?

When we are actually

Just gradually giving every piece of us away.

Is it even worth it?

Worth anything we end up with.

Are we all just playing ourselves,

Till we lose every sense of pride?

Once it’s over,

We become a shell of who we used to be.

Do we ever get over falling in love?

Do we simply accept this as the standard?

Is love really the end game,

Or is the end of us love?