And although I dont know what love is,
I know what it isn't.
Love isn't lying in your bed crying,
feeling like you've just let someone roll over you,
and break you.
It isn't feeling not good enough
After giving someone a ******* as they lie next to you,
asleep.
And although nothing is different from yesterday,
you're better,
because although I don't know how something should be,
I know how it shouldn't.