They say love hurts.
So if that’s true why do we keep going back for more?
We do it though.
Over and over again.
I think it’s because life is too barren and cold,
If we don’t take the risk to love
And let ourselves receive it.
Love has so many faces
And who’s to say what is and isn’t love?
The depth of hurt might be equivalent
T o the extent of our love
But then again, maybe not.
Young love often fails, not because it isn’t genuine
It falls short because it’s often not the right fit
And then outgrown.
It still hurts though, worse than anything
First loves have no reference to any past experience.
After the tragedy is survived and the dust settles
Most of us all go back for more.
We try again because in the midst of all the crazy drama
The ultimate hurt, rivers of tears and breaking hearts
There is something gloriously wonderful in there.
That something, that makes us feel higher than high,
More beautiful than ever before
And magically capable of anything
That thing is love.
Nothing in the world quite like it.
So we go back and go back
And go back for more,
Because for most of us,
Life just isn’t worth a toss without it.