What's Love?
What’s Love
but a silly word
made of disappointments
and lost forever imaginings
of feelings questionably felt?
i’ll never show this to him
nor will i ever say again
my doubts and fears
that i ever have
or will Love.
What’s Love
but a dream
a fanciful hope
that the creatures of emotion
so often written about
could be us?
i’ll never again say it
with the surety i have felt
in the past,
for i know now
true doubt
true fear
that my stash of Love
has run out
over the many times
i have given it
never to receive it,
always left holding the empty platter
my heart was presented upon.
What’s Love
but emptiness
a lack of words to describe
a nameless feeling
a label
so often used
misused
when we are fooling ourselves
that this
this that we are feeling
right now
this is the stuff of fairytales.
i’ll never show this to him
but i will tell myself
that it is true
if only to save my tears
for a better time
and if it is true then
What’s Love
to me?
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