I spent a lot of time pondering on what is love?
Waiting for a sign from above
Or someone to make a move that would finally prove: Yes! this is love.
I made sure that it was true,
Not some make-believe of the reality
That fools fall victim to.
Yet, without a single clue
I come to be more unsure and without the truth.
You came to me with such charm,
And proudly contended that you loved me-
Me as in me.
How can that be true?
You must be confused.
Are you certain it's me?
Familiarity is deceitful,
Deluding you to think you love me.
It's just that we've been friends for so long,
So to say this out of the blue,
It's too good to be true.
And like a prophecy- you dated her.
Relieved, I congratulated you:
"I'm happy you're happy"
I mean it, I really do.
But your bare existence
Was the oxygen that kept me alive.
The oxytocin in my brain
That brings that warm, fuzzy feeling
That remarkably still to this day remains.
It's the words in this poem,
I don't know what more to say.
I love you,
And I know now you loved me too.
I had felt it before,
And foolishly enough I had never believed me or you
I never told you.
