Love.
Is a confusing thing.
The dictionary says its is a deep feeling.
But I think,
So is hate.
I think I love you.
I like your smile,
Your laugh,
Your presence,
And our little arguments.
But I could hate you.
Just like I hate
Your arrogance,
Your vile smirk,
And how you think you are above me.
Can we make this work?
Is this love or hate?
You tell me.

Droplets pour down my face and soak into my clothes.
I sigh,
Smile,
And spin in the rain.
Pitter patter pitter patter,
Tears fall from the sky.
Words, silent,
Ghost across my lips.
I sing,
But there is no sound.
If you speak but no one hears,
Have you actually said anything at all?

First of all,
I wonder why,
So many people dream at night.
What is the wonder,
I shall see,
That ensnares many like me.