Really Love?

There was a time.
A place inside of me.
It was content. Happy with reality.

Then someone came and found a way,
Inside the deepest cracks life had made.
Fantasies have now filled my days.

What is love really?
It's a falling from the truth that we live on our own.
Becoming lost in a happiness we found when connected to another soul.

Then love becomes the self inflicted hurt.
Pain we create when fantasies fade.
Faulting the other when it's ourselves who choose.

We choose to stay, or we choose to react.
We choose to be content or even fight back.
Until one day we must choose is this love real enough to choose...
Or fantasy enough to just walk away.

s.vanderbilt
05.18.2019