Maybe love is just a concept,
something that we’ll never truly obtain.
A theory- if you will.
One that we’ve tested and tested for-
No luck.
Maybe love isn’t real.
We want it to be so badly.
We want to be needed and cherished so bad.
But maybe- maybe it’s impossible.
To need and cherish someone to that extent,
and for them to reciprocate it.
Maybe love is a lie.
Maybe we’re disguising our feelings,
giving them one broad term ‘love.’
Maybe love is just a concept.