Love is a minefield.
In a writing sense, at least. Not so much from a personal standpoint – although I’m more than sure that might be the case for a lot of people writing poetry on Instagram. But it’s difficult to try and write it as I feel it without slipping into some overused sentiment, some tired metaphor – that old and ever present curse of cliche and the thousands on thousands of people writing about something before you have.
It’s something deeply rooted, I think, in how love is something that’s so deeply personal, yet acts as a somewhat universal experience all at the same time. You’ve got your own take on the story, sure, but the same notes ring out in some places more than others.