What's The Point Of Love Poem by Tebogo Teddy

The used to be overated love is now underrated.
We can't tell what we feel when it's uncertain.
We no longer yearn for it.
Love slowly became a choice,
We be willing to fall inlove,
We no longer let it happen naturally.
We built a bridge between loving and liking.
The bridge isn't stable but we are.
Falling inlove is a curse.
Fear of love is defining us.
To love is suicide,
To be loved is murder.
Love is one of the chronic diseases.
How can you love again with a heart full of stitches?
How can we embrace the scares of our heart when it can be taken advantage of.
When you love you love with every Fibre of your being,
When it all ends it destroys you both internally and externally.
A broken heart can never be mend.
One's heart can never love the same.
The brutality of love is embraced by us.