I used to know what love was, or at least I thought. You think you know someone, but when they turn their back on you, you find out the real person inside. Behind the smile, behind the acts of kindness, behind the sweet voice, there is the real person, deep down inside, just waiting to rip your heart apart into many pieces, and then laugh at it. I used to think that I loved her. But what is love? love is a feeling you get deep down inside, when you want to care for her, when you would do anything for her, even if it means going to the edge of the earth. Sure its just a feeling, a feeling that is history for me. Been hurt, once, twice, three times by the same person, not complaining once to her, until now. Doesn't she have a mouth of her own? to put her words in anothers mouth, letting others do the dirty work, to your broken heart. Love is a sham, a plot put two together, and ending up with one broken heart, love doesnt exist.
