He looked at me
From across the way
I smiled because
I couldn’t help it
I was in love with him and
Nothing he said was a lie
I used to think
That love didn’t exist
But then I found out
Love is a beautiful thing
If you truly find it
He told me
He loved me and
For all these years
I was with him.

Love...
A word so easily used, yet almost always abused.
Love.
What I used to say to you.
I love you.
Now the words are stuck in my throat and drip off the tip of my tongue bit by bit like honey, since the day you hurt me more than words could ever explain.
Yet after all of this all you could say to me was "I love you, I never meant to hurt you.
I love you, I'll never do it again.
I love you"
The words coming out of your mouth, rattling my bones, making me lean towards you and need you again.
You are a succubus luring me to my death,
and all I can do is look into your deceiving eyes helplessly and let you take my soul.
Love.
A word I thought I knew but am now learning that I truly know nothing about.
Love.
You tell me you love me yet your still walking on clouds as you are watching me drown underneath you.
Love.
And yet through all of this pain blossoming throughout my mind all I can think is that I'll love you forever.
I love you.
I love you.
I love you.....
~P.S.