You Are Not Love
I have always had to ask what being in love feels like
it is usually described by the way the other gets a sparkle in their eye
or the dances in the living room.
I have never had this type of love
my love was always toxic
like swimming with rocks in your pocket .
I have never known true love
my idea of love was toleration the bad moods
unanswered prayers for a good one.
what we had was not love it was a war
and the bedroom was a battlefield
where all our wars took place ,
where we tried to hide the pain but it was stained in the walls ,
the yells echoed and the tears left water marks on the celling
we did not have love
we had the fear of being alone
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