am i the only one who feels this way?

what is love?

it's not hollywood,
it's not apathy,
it's neither uncaring nor overbearing.

but i'm not sure what it is.

is it a decision?
a commitment?
passion?
uncontrollable?

i get love
between friends, family,
for random people.
i really do,
secretly, i love everyone.
even the most terrible people.

but i don't know about the love
that everyone else
can't shutup about.

trauma

"what I need is not... Fire, kindled with rage and hatred. I have plenty of fire myself. What I need is the dandelion in the spring. The bright yellow that means rebirth instead of destruction. The promise that life can go on, no matter how bad our losses. That it can be good again."