Love.

What is it?
It's fighting for each other,
It's thinking about the other,
It's the one thing we all search for.

It's not,

fighting useless battles,
crying over nothing,
making someone choose,

It is,
when you feel so close,
that you can't imagine loosing the other,
or hurting inside when they leave.

You see,
I know because someone I love,
doesn't even know when he hurts me,
he won't talk when we fight.

No,
This person does everything to make me happy,
and yet still doesn't see when he hurts me.

He doesn't understand why I'm like this.