What is it that makes one believe they are in love?
Is it the passionate kisses or maybe its the soft, gentle touch.
What is love really?
Maybe love doesn't really exist.
Maybe love is all in our heads and we just say it to create something that's not really there.
What is it that makes us feel like we need to be in love all the time?
Why can't we be happy just having friends?
Why does it have to hurt so bad when you lose a boyfriend or girlfriend?
I often ask myself these questions.
I live my life thinking that if I don't have someone to love that loves me in return then I have no reason for living.
Why is it that we become so dependent on love that we let it control our lives.
I have broken many hearts, but it wasn't until recently that I had mine broken.
I never knew what it felt like.
I now wonder why I would let someone go if its going to hurt so bad.
I sometimes think that maybe I don't really know what love is and my heart is breaking for no reason at all.
This isn't much of a poem but rather thoughts and questions about love. Please comment!
