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What is Love?

You. You told me you loved me, you took my hand and promised you'd never let go. I stood by the cliff of heartbreak, trusting you'd never push me in. Maybe it was your treacherous, deep eyes, or your sweet whisper of a voice, that lead me to become a fool for your love. I told you I loved you, I told you "I'm yours", and yet you still broke me. I crumbled to pieces the day that you left me, I whispered remedies to myself. Remedies to cure what is lost, and secure what has never been found. Your lips against mine, so soft like a pillow, tasting slightly of roses and vanilla. My heart is failing, the pressure is too deep. You've drowned me in sorrow, and I may never recover.

Me. I let myself believe you were the one for me, that are future was strong and our weaknesses meek. Deep down I knew, I wasn't for you, and I kept trying to pinpoint the exact moment I lost you. My tears, so salty. Your soul, so weak. You were a coward, you had no strength. Your words meant so much before, so poetic and sweet. But then one Friday night, your lips brushed hers, and mine lay silent, trembling in your hatred wake.

I should've known.

Us. We were fake. I guess we couldn't take, the commitment of hard-earned love. I guess we should have stopped it, before we grew uncontrollable, but now, what's done is done. Our words, so harsh, as we ended it, our tempers to strong to be paired. So we'll just borrow the glory of tomorrow, and today will rot in the rain.

Love. Love is hatred. Love is power. Love is cruel. You've ruined my belief of true love, you fool. For now I'll take a polaroid picture of me drowning in my tears, screaming "What have you done to me." And I'll leave it on your porch step, and then maybe you'll see, what love truly is.