My Love Poem by you don't know medisyn

when I love, i know it's real love
but i get stuck on it,
and question loves intentions,
if it really only wants to break us down,
destroy and rebuild our existence continuously,
fulfill and deny our unimaginable dreams,
lie to us but be so truthful,
give and take as it wish,
love defines selfishness,
you crave love,
obsess over it,

I realized,
MY love is untamable, unbearable, and helpless,
it's a terminal disease,
manifesting every inch of my existence,
and leaving me with nothing, but me and MY love,
i know MY love is only hate,

though i'm content with my reality,
i know it's surreal,
everything has been a constant journey,
revolving entirely around love,
but isn't this is everyones purpose?
to 'love'?