many more kisses
followed the first
and with each one
they fell more
and more
in love with you
they wrote you letters often
carefully constructing beautiful sentences
with their signature black ink
and messy handwriting
that you came to know so well
you read them
but you didn't quite understand
the feeling
that they so often described
but you pretended
as if you did anyways
carrying on
as if
you loved them
more than anything
that this world
could possibly give you
in reality you didn't have a clue
what love was
you only knew of romance movies
that do not actually
depict love
but instead
create a false picture
as if love
is all sunshine
as if you love someone
the second you meet them
as if love is such
a simple thing
to be thrown around
it isn't
