But how can we allow the ones we love and love us, to cause us so Mutch pain and suffering for so long.... I fully understand the concept of truly loving someone to the point you would be willing to try anything to make it work..however if you acctually loved another would you not want to coexist in happiness and harmony as opposed to; deceit, neglect and underappreciation.... take someone in an abusive relationship persay why do they continue to go back, why dose the  abuser continue to abuse... or the freind who's all for constructive criticism, but leaves out the constructive part... So what is this "love" that allows us to walk into situations blindfolded.... And allows us, to allow the same people to continue to cause us harm...

Her eyes bat innocence
While her hair screams LSD

Learn to embrace the dissonance
Cause she just wants to be free

Autumn is the witches season
Still, summer clings without reason

Grasping at all the lovely bits
That tear her into nothingness

When she's falling she finds her power
Power that's needed to rule the hour

But how is an hour long enough?
For her to look tuff and feel tough?

Love is complicated
Love requires patience
Love requires tolerance
Love require  honesty
Love requires sacrifices
Love comes with trials
Love comes unexpectedly
It is involuntary
Love hits us like a ton of brick
It cause us to lose control
It cause us to do strange things
It cause us to constantly be around someone
Constantly think of someone
Love make us understand someone
Love gives us hope
Love give us courage
Love make us happy
Love makes us strong
Love makes us weak
Love makes us confused
Love makes us complete
Love is everything.
We, are created to fall in love.

Tears are walking in the city street
Memories are fighting in this circumstance
Two lovers found their fate to meet
Both of them made their eyes glance

The warmth of the rain they have versed
The coldness of the sun they felt
They have thought their love was cursed,
But their hearts made a rock melt.

The sunset falls into the sky,
People in the bay were passing by.
An atmosphere full of pain,
Turns into blissful memories that they can gain.

How painful love could be,
Sacrificing all of your happiness to make someone smile
But at the end of time, you will plea
That love is afar, farther than a hundred miles.

If I knew what love was,
I'd feel it,
Right?
If I knew what love is,
I'd find it easily...
Right?
If I knew what love is...
Would I still have found you?
Cuz if I knew what love is,
I'd find it in your smile,
Your warm hands and playful laugh.
I'd find it in the way you fix your hair;
In your voice and the way you look at me.
If I knew what love is...
I'd know I found it.

What is independence?
Is it just thinking for yourself?
Can you describe desire,
Or is that just as well.
I'm so afraid of what I want
And it's afraid with me.
Solemn vows are shattered.
Amend the life that be.
Broken things are beautiful.
Dreams are all a code.
Sometimes what you needed,
Contradicts the other wants.
Four eyes locked in place,
Bruised skin, lost lace.
No awkward silence,
The happy feeling;
We'll speak until it leaves us.

I miss it now,
just thinking,
That independence means alone.

How can you do this to me?
TO ME!
I open myself and...
I can't stand you!
I shut you out for a reason,
Like a fool I let you crawl in,
Like a despicable deplorable snake.
You pierced me with horrid venom.
You call it love, but we both know,
You are only killing me.
I hate your very being,
but you are so alluring.
Why is your evil so appetizing?!
We had a past, that was before
You had grown into an evil filth of a
Humanly fleshy beast you are now.
Our love was real yes, but real love...
Isn't true love it's just a runner up at best.
I nurtured you in our time of love.
I gave you every ounce of my life until I nearly died of none.
When you left me I shut you out.
I kept you away from poisoning me.
Like a fool I let you in this time,
You made me feel so good,
So happy, and then you killed me.
You murdered me and all you say is That I didn't deserve it, sorry.
You are a pitiful piece of work,
I am ashamed that I thought you were anything more than a hypocritical  snake, and murderer.
A succubus of the worst caliber.
And I was the fool.
But in all this I still wish you well.
I guess I'll always be that fool.

this is love?
this is what people die for? cry for? long for?
this is love?
this is what people beg for? lie for? crash for?

no.
this is not love.

love is supposed to be like coffee in the morning,
like the first sunshine after a week of rain,
like seeing your first sunset by the beach.

love is supposed to be beautiful, and light
it is supposed to be new, and fresh
it is supposed to be real, and true

no.
this is not love.
this is some lame excuse.

love is not supposed to be like hangover in the morning,
love is not supposed to be like losing your favorite hanky,
it's not supposed to be like getting the flu on your birthday.

no.
this is not love.