Why does it always hurt to love?

What happened to the idea that love brings happiness;

when all it is, is counting the good days before the pain.

Why can’t love be painless?

Isn’t the point of giving your heart to another

that they are to protect it?

When did love mean shoving someone out

of a metaphorical tree, to call them stupid when they fall?

When did friendship change to mean turning your back

on those who need your strength and protection most?