"Wrong kind of love"

Everyone talks about love being nice, a gentle kiss on your head and a soothing calm voice in your ear, something that makes you whole amd completes you, the perfect love of hugs and kisses, random checking up on eachother. The perfect love that everyone needs and craves.

But no one talks about the dysfunctional love, the one that isn't exactly gentle or soothing, its crazy and chaotic but still loving. The type of love that doesn't make sense to anyone but them, the love that hurts in just the right way that no one understands why you stay if it hurts. Its calm sometimes, laying in bed side by side, the feeling of the others body keeping you alive and stable somehow. Nothing makes sense, its an embarrassing love, but you'd die for eachother even if its from the bullet of your own gun.

It doesn't make sense and it hurts a bit, but its still love.