love is a funny thing.

it twists, causes pain

and heartache

and all the things

that come with a breakup

yet we strive for it

we wish to get love

in return for our love

we revel in the longing

consider a heart malfunction -

a heart skipping a beat -

as cute

we change for our love

without knowing the consequence.

“if the ocean were red,

would the trees still be green?”

we ponder the outcome

of what we’ll change.

“if my heart were blue,

would i love you more than me?”