Love is not lying there and sleeping all the time
Love is not pulling away because my hands are cold
Love is not perceiving my dreams as a crime
Love is not confirming to rules, just because it's what you've been told
Love is not wanting to control, even after death
Love is not having friends over just to kill my presence
Love is not owning me or trying to slow my breath
Love is not loving an image but hating my mere essence
Love is not talking down and trying to hide your frustration
Love is not real when I talk and you're not even looking at me
Love is not a sometimes feeling or a drunken palpitation
Love is not hindering growth or keeping that one from being free
Love is not a spiting game where points are lost or gained
Love is not a pretentious friendship, painted by what you want to see
Love is not a cover-up for what is broken and already strained
Love is not our partner, it's not living with you and me.
