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  >> Static Item >> Poetry >> Romance/Love >> ID #1154485  |   Show DetailsPrinter Friendly Page Tell A Friend
What is Love?
I wrote this being in love with someone I can't have, I was angry at love.
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Love Sucks. What is love, might you ask? Love is a crazy emotion you can't control. A crazy feeling. When you're in love, you get butterflies in your stomach. You giggle. You cry. Love is painful. Or it is painful to love.

When you love, you get hurt. And no matter how much you are determined to not fall in love, you can't control it. It's like an arrow you can't dodge. Some people think it's all happy and floating on air. They've never felt the pain.

Love is when you care about someone so much that you'd do anything for them, even give up your life. Love is when you put them before you. Always. Even if it hurts.

Love is when you can't decide whether to smile, to scream, to frown, or to cry. Love is when you think about them all the time, even when they're not around.

Love is when you'd feel the same way, even if they looked different. When you're in love you laugh. And you cry. And cry. And cry. Everything reminds you of them. Everything. For me, love is pain.
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