Our love is a metal heart.
A token of attraction.
Our love is black and white.
Like the cookie that used to be your favorite.

Our love is sitting next to eachother.
But words rarely come out.
Our love is staring at eachother silently and sometimes secretly.

Our love is distance and age gap.
Our love is judged.
Our love is a drama competition.
With a hug afterwards.

Our love is rejection.
Our love is left in a class alone.
Our love came back and it's unknown.

Our love is misunderstood.
Between us. Between everybody.
We never understand.
Our love is depression and red marks on our wrists.

Our love was an act.
Our love was a lie.
Our love was hope.
Our love was belief.
We suffer in the confusion of "what are we?"

I hope you see the answer and finally our love could be what it should be.