Love. (my definition)

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Love.

What does that word

even mean?

You fall in love when you meet the right one

but sometimes the right one

isn’t right for you

you just say it

those three little words

under your breath

because

you don’t know what else to say.

Then there’s nothing else

nothing else to say

nothing left to do

so now your through

and you don’t know why

you said those goddamn words

you knew it wasn’t true.

then you meet the one

and instantly you know

that you are in love

and nothing

can ruin that.

And this time you wait

cuz you know what to say

and you could talk forever

but when the feeling erupts

and you cant hold it in

you just have to say

those three little words.

You lean in close

you whisper in her ear

and she whispers back.

You are overjoyed

this moment is perfect

you are on top of the world

you kiss her

and it feels different

you embrace her

you are complete

your love had brought you closer

and that’ll never change.

Or you get too excited

tell her those three little words

three days after

you’ve asked her out

she says she doesn’t know

doesn’t wanna say it back

you say okay

that’s fine

but in three days time

you remind her

you want her

to say it back

but truth is

she doesn’t want to

she doesn’t trust you

you don’t understand

you’ve said these words a lot

and now that you feel them

you want them felt back

so you still say it

every so often

and in two weeks time

she breaks it off.

Your heart is broken

it has been

torn apart

by some savage beast.

You don’t go out

except to get drugs

and alcohol.

You are numb everyday

you don’t want to feel the pain

every single night

you go through

what has happened

and every night

you make one more cut

on your arm

to count the days

that she is gone

you ask yourself why

you are still alive

its because

you can still see here

but every single day

you die a little inside

and you cant take this

for much longer.

One night its too much

you lay down in bed

trying to sleep

but your thoughts

are keeping you up

you stand up and look

into the mirror

you conclude you’re a wreck

she’ll never take you back

not even with time

she doesn’t even like you

and she’ll never change her mind

you take some pills out

to help you go to sleep

you take one or two

thinking it’ll help

then you think twice and smile

and you down the whole bottle

with the last sip of whiskey

you had left

you lay in your bed

smiling still

with love in your heart

and your suicide note

clutched in your hands

the note that will

show her your true feelings

and show her

that she can trust you…

then you cry yourself to death.

She doesn’t even read the note.

Another one of you has died.

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