Then she thought
that love was
a poison
that has
no antidote,
but he made
her realize
that it was both.
Because love
can either
kill us
in a way
that we’ll refuse
to move,
or it can make
us feel alive—
and sometimes—
with hope
it keeps us
on taking a step
forward.
It’s easy to love someone when they’re happy. What’s hard is loving someone when they’re crying on the bathroom floor at 2am because everything came crashing down at once.
