What is Love?

Love is a heap of s**t.
It's a load of pain and suffering,
It's hurtful words and actions,
It is a force that is bent on destroying you.

Yet, it's also the best thing in the world,
It's trying to help you fly above the clouds,
It holds you and makes you feel safe,
It's sweet words and actions,
With the one person who has your heart,
Who makes you smile and feel safe.

Love is the smiles caught from across the room,
It's the peaceful feeling of holding her,
Feeling her leaning on you,
Sleeping on you,
It's protecting both her and yourself,
It's cooking for her, hoping it's perfect,
It's the glorious kiss in the rain,
Behind the school, away from any eyes.

It's the knowledge that she's always there for you,
That you're always there for her,
Always ready to listen and understand.

Love is talking to her every damn day,
Being invested in her life,
Caring about what happens to her,
Her wellbeing, her happiness.

Love is not being able to function without thinking about her or talking to her,
It's laughing and smiling just because you're with her.

Love is whatever you make it,
I just wish I'd made it perfect.