If loving you meant I had to always give you my all

then my love will never be enough to satisfy you,

and if being with you meant I had to be something I’m not

then the love we share is not love at all.

Love is a word so often used but often misconstrued.

It shines bright and its rays can feel warm and radiating

but if its not mutual and respectful

those rays can be overwhelming and its brightness can be blinding.

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