love isn’t

Love isn’t me begging to be treated like a human,

spending nights praying for a glimpse of hope for us. 

It isn’t scouring my phone, for proof you cared,

rearranging my life to make space for you,

dressing for your compliments,

instead of dressing as me. 

Love shouldn’t feel like I was always getting it wrong,

always saying too much, or not enough.

Or is this love?

JKL