the first time i meant love
i was in middle school
love sat across from me in my history class
twirling her long blonde hair
and biting the end of her pencil
love was the smartest in the class
and best on her sports teams
and she was beautiful
but love had other plans
and she only saw the loud football boys
and not the quiet one right by her
i meant love again a few years later
she was pale and skinny
dark black hair that had the perfect curl to it
she was loud and rude to others
and she was beautiful
but love ended up becoming my best friend
and slowly those feelings i had for her died
i searched and searched again for love
checking everywhere i thought it might be
i walked miles and miles calling out for it
and nothing replied
until one day when i was about to give up
love snuck up behind me
love had short ***** blonde hair this time
love wasn't the smartest
or the best in its class
love wasn't my best friend
and love wasn't always so loud
but love made me feel something new
something different
i felt needed
i felt important
for once i knew what actual love was
and he was beautiful