Love.
What does that word
even mean?
You fall in love when you meet the right one
but sometimes the right one
isn’t right for you
you just say it
those three little words
under your breath
because
you don’t know what else to say.
Then there’s nothing else
nothing else to say
nothing left to do
so now your through
and you don’t know why
you said those goddamn words
you knew it wasn’t true.
then you meet the one
and instantly you know
that you are in love
and nothing
can ruin that.
And this time you wait
cuz you know what to say
and you could talk forever
but when the feeling erupts
and you cant hold it in
you just have to say
those three little words.
You lean in close
you whisper in her ear
and she whispers back.
You are overjoyed
this moment is perfect
you are on top of the world
you kiss her
and it feels different
you embrace her
you are complete
your love had brought you closer
and that’ll never change.
Or you get too excited
tell her those three little words
three days after
you’ve asked her out
she says she doesn’t know
doesn’t wanna say it back
you say okay
that’s fine
but in three days time
you remind her
you want her
to say it back
but truth is
she doesn’t want to
she doesn’t trust you
you don’t understand
you’ve said these words a lot
and now that you feel them
you want them felt back
so you still say it
every so often
and in two weeks time
she breaks it off.
Your heart is broken
it has been
torn apart
by some savage beast.
You don’t go out
except to get drugs
and alcohol.
You are numb everyday
you don’t want to feel the pain
every single night
you go through
what has happened
and every night
you make one more cut
on your arm
to count the days
that she is gone
you ask yourself why
you are still alive
its because
you can still see here
but every single day
you die a little inside
and you cant take this
for much longer.
One night its too much
you lay down in bed
trying to sleep
but your thoughts
are keeping you up
you stand up and look
into the mirror
you conclude you’re a wreck
she’ll never take you back
not even with time
she doesn’t even like you
and she’ll never change her mind
you take some pills out
to help you go to sleep
you take one or two
thinking it’ll help
then you think twice and smile
and you down the whole bottle
with the last sip of whiskey
you had left
you lay in your bed
smiling still
with love in your heart
and your suicide note
clutched in your hands
the note that will
show her your true feelings
and show her
that she can trust you…
then you cry yourself to death.
She doesn’t even read the note.
Another one of you has died.
