Is this love or am I lost?

Long ago, I dreamt of a love so obsessive, so daring

A love that wouldn’t care about the cares of life, or people’s opinions

A love that no one could break

A love that would complete me

A love that understands

A love that was perfect

Perfect to me, at least

In my search, I found

I found a love that matches my fantasy

A love beyond my fantasy

A love so obsessive that it weakens me

I found a love so daring that it frightens me

A love I’m scared to live without, the thought sends shivers down my spine

Is this love, or am I lost?

Have I lost myself to the comforting hands of love?

Is it safe to call it comforting when it rips me off my identity?

Has love stolen my purpose or ambition, or am I not supposed to be this invested in it?

Are my priorities misplaced, or do I lack the ability to handle love properly?

Is love my doom, or is it something I am undeserving of?

I go to sleep again, hoping that this time I have different dreams

One that might not include love in it

One that will help me find myself