Questioning Feelings

I.

Why then do we love?

It must be for ourselves

Who is forcing us to?

It simply happens. It's nature?

How can it be prevented?

It's unavoidable. Is it weakness?

I don't wish to be weak

But, oh, the safety of another's care

It's perfect peace, I would think

If I want to be strong

Why am I drawn to such weakness?

Why do I crave to be small, helpless?

And why must I choose between security and strength?

II.

Why can't you live without him?

Is your life truly incomplete without him?

What is this thing to go to war over?

Why do I only hear the wars for lovers

and rarely the wars for family or friend?

Lovers are both the former and the latter

But what makes those feelings and that drive

so gosh-darn-freaking indispensable?

Maybe I'm blind because I'm so preoccupied by lovers...

Why is it so distracting?

Why so unattainable?

Why so natural and instinctive?