A/N: Soo... this was supposed to be fluff. And then my brain made it angst. Really, really angsty. Maybe someday I'll be able to write fluff. But anyway, this is pretty short, and hopefully it won't be too painful to get through. My first attempt at poetry. Let me know if you like it!
Disclaimer: I don't own Glee or any of the characters.
What Is Love?
Our eyes met and the sparks flew
Within a month we were together at last
Electricity traveled through our bodies as our fingertips touched
We believed that nothing would be able to move us past
Our love for each other.
And it only grew for each other as we spent time together
I graduated and waited in Lima for a year for you
Before we moved to New York together
And within a year you became the man who
Got down on one knee for me.
I said yes without hesitation
Because I knew you were the man for me
You made a day feel like a minute
And it killed me to see
That we started to grow apart.
You're perfect to me, at least you were
But then you started to change
This was no longer the fairytale I imagined
And I noticed it was strange
When you came home drunk that one night.
You swung at me for the first time that night
And you apologized when you woke
And though I accepted it with no questioning
You realized that when I spoke
I no longer loved you like I did.
You threw yourself into your job and drinking
You responded to my questions by just shrugging
And that's how we spent our marriage
Fighting, crying, and hugging
Just to repeat it the next day.
I lost my mind
This relationship twisted my gut
And it caused me to lock myself in the bathroom one day
And end it with a cut
Because nothing mattered anymore.
I counted on countless good occasions
And now my body is covered with flowers
I hope hitting me was worth it, Blaine
I hope when you take your showers
You see my blood staining the tub.
Just tell me this,
What did you expect to happen?
What was I supposed to do?
What did I do wrong?
Why did I deserve this?
Why didn't you love me anymore?
But I guess it doesn't matter anymore.
After all,
What is love?
