Love.

What a funny word.

Can I love?

Do I love?

Will I be loved?

 

What is love?

Is it appreciation for someone?

Is it wanting a future with someone?

Or just wanting to be with them?

 

Am I in love?

He never leaves my mind.

Could he ever love me?

I want what I can’t have.

I want him to love me.

 

My heart aches for him.

I cried when he said goodbye.

We don’t talk anymore.

He loves someone else.

 

I just want to see him happy.

Even if it’s not with me.

I want to see him smile.

Even if it kills me.

Does he know it kills me?

 

Hold me.

Tell me it will be alright.

Hold me close to you.

Love me. If you can.

 

If I say I love you.

Will you stay?

If I love you,

Will you leave me?

Never to return.

 

Can I turn back the clocks?

Do it over again?

I’ll try not to fall this time.

Try not to get hurt.

 

 

 

But what happens if I do?

Can you catch me?

Or will you fall with me?

It hurts.

It kills.

 

Broken.

I’m trying to put it back.

It’s not the same.

There’s a missing piece.

 

They say time can heal.

How much longer?

I found the missing piece.

But I don’t have it.

It still belongs to you.

 

I hate goodbyes.

Yet I said it anyways.

Can I take it back?

Get a “see you later”?

 

Don’t leave.

Not yet.

It still hurts.

Can you fix it?

Will you?

 

There it is again.

That word.

Goodbye.

So I guess this is it.

 

Goodbye.

I love you.

I always will.

Say you’ll come back at least.

To return my missing piece.