“What is love?”*
A question that swirled around my brain for hours. 

Love was just a fancy word for meaning “getting ****** over”…

Until I met you.

When I would love, it was never sober.

I didn’t know when to put the bottle down, to say enough was enough…

Until I met you.

When my lover went down on me, 

My ******* were bluff…

Until I met you.

If someone ever asked about my lover,

I would freeze up and say, “ask him for yourself?”…

Until I met you.

Making love was always a chore,

So boring and unsatisfactory…

Until I met you.

How was I ever going to get out of this never ending loop-hole called “love”? 

It was the moment I caught your eyes gazing at me from across the seats of that smelly, old bus.
It was the moment when your words became my favorite song. 

It was the moment I couldn’t stop staring at how blue and beautiful your eyes were.

It was the moment I wanted to say “I love you”, but couldn’t…