Pretending to be okay
But deep inside there is
A monster wants to come out.

Soul mate
I’m sorry for over loving you.
I’m sorry for my bipolar disorder and
Episodic moments.
I’m sorry for not being good enough for
Your companions and family.
I’m sorry for my loyalty.
But I warned you that the world leaves,
So will you.
I don’t blame you,
You only wanted the world.

Love is a word that can be said or proven. It seems like a word that is thrown around.
It can be proven with actions but many just throw it in the trash. The little kid in my squeals whenever someone loves me, but the "mature" adult in me loathes the thought. Actions speak louder than words.
Love can be a punch in the face
It van be a warm kiss on the cheek
It can be the void to eternal darkness
What is it for you?