What is Love?
By ArtemisUrameshi
When I think of Love, I think of roses.
Both are so beautiful while they last but both can die.
And right now, I feel that our love has died just like that rose.
I don't know what caused it, but the love we had is no more.
It's like we never even loved each other now.
And that mere fact is killing me from the inside out.
I guess that our love wasn't meant to be.
Because if it was, then why'd it die so painfully.
We used to have fun. We used to be together.
What changed all of that?
What stopped the warmth we both felt?
And why did you leave me so painfully?
My mind is so full of unanswerable questions.
So many questions that will easily kill me.
And I hope that you're happy now.
Because I'm not and never will be.
I hope you're happy that you've broken me.
And I hope that you never find happiness again.