What is love?
Love is everything I've thrown away.
Love is everthing I ever wanted but doesn't want me back.
Love is the smeared mascara, the puffy eyes, the ocean of tears
that won't stop flowing.
Love is all those nights I haven't slept.
It is the state of chaos my heart can't handle.
The friends that try to console me but can't do anything
because there is nothing that can be done.
It is the mess I have made of my life.
The regrets... the pain.. the undying torture I am going through.
Love is the days I can't get out of bed because hurts too bad.
It is the headache, the constant struggle to win something
that I lost months ago.
Love is the reality I cannot force you to see.
It is all of the mistakes I have made.
The lies.
The hurt.
Love is the moment I cannot live without you.
Love is the thought of not being able to go on.
..because you aren't there. . and choose not to be.
Love is real.
It is you.
And no words can tell you how I feel about you.
Love is the only thing that makes sense.
Love is painful. But it is the calm after the storm.
It is the light shining through the clouds.
It is me telling you that I have never been more sure about
anything else in my life.
Love is the only thing I have for you.
..and the only thing you can't give to me.
