What is love?
Is it a bind between two people,
or is it just a statement;
a promise to be lost at a whim?
Is true love real?
Every human has pros,
but they also have their cons.
Are true lovers ignorant to the latter?
And at the end of every day,
where is a human's mind,
but inside their own head?
Thinking their own thoughts
and having their own opinions.
Every bond wears with time,
you may try to mend it tight,
but sometimes it all falls apart.
Sometimes.
Don't hurt me. No more.