Many believe they are in love.
Couples say forever to each other,
kiss, hold hands, embrace, sleep
in the same bed - everything together.
But when I see you, I see true love -
you forgive, you come back, you do
everything; hug, kiss, hold hands,
sleep with him - always returning.
That's what you do.
He cheats on you, hits you, curses you,
leaves you; yet you still take him into
your arms when he returns, swearing that
he'll never ever do it again.
Yet you tell him you love him when
he tells you he hates you, you tell him
how perfect he is when he points out your
flaws, you apologize after you get angry
and talk back when he screams at you.
When his hand collides against your
cheek you cry, when he pushes you,
you stay on the ground, when he hits
you, you do nothing in defense.
You cry but forgive when he has his
arms around another girl's waist,
when his lips are kissing another's,
when his bed is shared with someone
else.
And when you've had enough, you
run away, you scream back, you hit
back, you confront, you finally
defend yourself.
Only to come back; to suddenly
become silent; to stop shoving and
slapping; to avoid; only to accept
him when he comes back, begging
that he won't ever do it again.
You forgive and he never forgets.
I see what it is that you have.
It's love. Foolish love. But nonetheless,
you hold love for a boy that will
never become a man.
For my aunt that is one year older than I...