My Love

I love too deeply and too harshly.
I care too much for my own good.
I am blinded by the positives
That I don’t dare to look at the negatives.
I forgive others as easily as writing my name.
I accept the love I feel as though I am deserving of,
But no one deserves the things
I consider “love”.
But yet,
It is all I’ve ever known of love.
The tears feel so ordinary.
The heartbreak feels so habitual.
And yet,
I feel as though there is more to love than that.