What love is
love is the worst place a human can survive in,
it’s also the best place that a man can thrive in.
like we live to die, the end game of love is hurt,
unconsciously, we become a mess, we dive in.
who will then wear the non-bulletproof vest of blame?
of what use is a life that we die alive in?
‘if’ and ‘ov’ separates ‘life and love’ – harsh,
this same place we live and love is where we strive in.
but above all, love is all that we have left here,
this is why we always continue to jive in.