This is not Love

I couldn't care one iota about your definition of love

I couldn't pretend to believe that you can dictate my definition of love

Not my definition of love in a photo

Not my definition of love in a song

Not my definition of love across a room

My definition is none of your business

My definition is not romantic

My definition is looking at my sibling suffering

And immediately going to "Fuck you if you pretend that you have that power"

Love across a room is not sweet; it is vicious

Love across a room is "I will gouge your eyes out"

Love across a room is bloodshed for the right reasons.

Love across the room is siblings saying "I got this."

Define your precious love how you will, but...

I define with heart and balls and pain and anger and a love that hurts beyond comprehension.

That is the rarified air in which I live.