Someone said that my love for him was..
"Puppy Love"
I found myself deep in thought when they confronted me about it
Am I really in love? ..
Or maybe.. just maybe.. I'm in love with his attention.
I'm in love with the way he touches me when we are underneath the bedsheets.
In love with the way he caresses my cheek before the lights go out.
I'm in love with the way he lets his negative thoughts of us pour out of his mouth like a waterfall and yet he spills the words "I Love You" like a tipped over glass of water for me to reveal the soft fragile skin underneath my clothing.
I'm in love with the fact that he'll only be here momentarily.
I'm in love with the fact I'm with him here.. now.
Although I say things quite wearily
I-.. see its funny how
We're just teenagers, right? We don't know anything about love.
We seem to search for too much.
Maybe the love we get from others just isn't enough.
I'm only in love with your company but not you.
I often tend to wish this wasn't true.