Love, what does it mean?

Simple.
Laughing not matter what.
Not caring about anything.
Feeling like your flying on a cloud.
Happy.
Useful.
Kindness.
Caring.
Understanding.
Easy.
Sens­e.




Oh how wonderful love would be if it was any of that.
But it's a true fact, you'll never know what love is till you loose it.


The question is, would you want to know what love is but loose it or never know you have it?

You decide.

complicated
It's a word which can only be described as me
I have lost loves and broken hearts but it feels completely different with he
I am not myself anymore
I left her behind and closed the door
I wish I had told you from the start
That I loved you deep down in my heart
You know I am me the real me
As when we talk you reveal she
You love her I know you do
But I can't reveal her not even for you
This twisted world works In different ways
I wish I could break the rules and find a way out of this maze
You may have not always been faithful but that's because you weren't mine but now thats debatable
I've loved you through sickness and health
Through slowness and stealth
But I don't care about that anymore
As you have opened her door, my door

I called you last night, told you my struggles
You were so kind, I wish you were there to cuddle
What am I saying my heart has already be taken by another
But I love I just don't know if it's like a brother
I can count on you day and night
I see you all the time, but I'm not sick of your sight
I know you have feelings for a girl
But she's not your girl, I'll be your girl

You are the dead air after the joke my friends don't get.
I hear your laugh in the spaces between my family's oblivion and my sanity,
the crevices of pointless conversations.
You are an envelope with no return address.
You are the first person I want to tell about my day.
When my dad asks me how school was, I can only think of how you knew never to ask me that.
They say the nights are hard when no ones in your bed,
but what about when you spend your day in bed because you can't bear another day of activities that don't involve them?
I don't miss you only at 2 am.
I feel the sting of you in the night but you burn me in the afternoons with even greater intensity.
I prefer to be alone because then I only see your smile embedded in my walls rather than the lack of it on everyone else's face.
You are the silence after Wonderwall ends,
you are the lack of " I want to write something like that one day".
I am reminded of you when the girl next to me at a Fall Out Boy concert is sitting on her phone. I know you would scream every lyric with me.
I think that's what hurts, the knowing, especially of the things you aren't here for.
When I cry to "I'm like a lawyer" it's because I will never hear your voice sing it again.
So no, I do not miss you at 2am.
I miss you at 2 pm when I realize that everything I am doing now will never again be done with you

I love, I love , I love you
There is not one single day I do not think, love, lust, dream of you
I lost you a while ago yet I still hear the gentle stroke of you
I dream someday we'll be reunited then nightmare that you've forgotten me
I may not rhyme, this may not be the time, but I love you
pure and true
I love you
XOXOXOX