3Another random poem about love, and my life, and just general stuff, really. Carly, 3 guesses who i was thinking about...
I love you
Why is "I love you" such a common phrase?
It doesn't mean anything special any more.
The people who say it to a partner
After just a couple of days,
Do they understand?
Do they know the real feeling?
When every breath when you're apart from them
Is strained.
It's an effort to stay alive,
To keep your heart beating.
Do they judge it a good day
When they get a hug,
A casual glance,
A smile?
Do they know the pain,
When they give the same
To someone else?
What is love?
Is it waking up
With their name on your lips?
Is it the silly grins
Because they said you look nice?
Is it sex?
No.
Love is…
Having a hand to hold.
Having someone to trust
With everything.
Having a shoulder to cry on,
An arm around you,
Holding you together.
Having someone to laugh with,
To tease.
Someone who doesn't care
About your faults, your weaknesses,
Who will always let you be you.
Having someone who loves you too.