Love is...all the feelings.
all the moments.
all the times that made your life.
the sadness that he'll leave you.
the wishing it wouldn't end.
the laughter when he talks.
the wishing he would leave her.
the knowing that he won't.
the crying when you wake up.
then crying when you sleep.
the seeing them together.
yet having to smile and laugh.
the curiosity of what it could...would...be like
to be with only each other, without her in the way.
love is everything we feel.
everything we know.
bottled up in one.
causing our heart such a great deal of sorrow.
so everyday you wake up.
telling yourself it will be different
it has to be different
yet knowing nothing will change
the sadness will seep deeper into you like a
poison running through your veins
but he's like an addiction
so although he might be killing your heart slowly
you'll never let him go.
and yes, i know this sucks, too much rhyming i suppose...but hey let's face it, it's true as can be when you're in love with the guy you can't be with and he keeps saying he loves you...as his hand wonders over your body. we all listen to the word 'love', but truthfully all we care about is if we hear it, not many of us care about the meaning. or if when it's said, it's mean.
so yeah...
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