Love I don’t know if I ever truly knew what it was until I met you You’ve been my first in many more ways than you could ever know I need to see you Feel you Hear you Kiss you I’m no longer just me I’m you, too. We are one Here and forever Always together Regardless of who comes after you They’ll always be second best to my first, You. Always you. No one will ever fill your space. No one ever could. A part of me stays with you every time we say good-bye. But my love for you is eternally burning Within me are secrets only whispered to the wind For fear of someone knowing that I no longer am me Without you. I can never be. You hold me together, You can only make me better. But what am I to do when it hurts to hold you? What can a girl do when the life is sucked out of her By a stupid comment only said to prove a point? Then love becomes a four-letter word. And when one stops caring, what to do? Love becomes a chore. People get hurt. Others ache. While the other takes, The other bleeds. Only trying to satisfy the needs Of the other… The better The one that with a charismatic smile Changes the other into something twisted and vile. Then love not only becomes an obsession But a sickness. A sickness that can only be cured by loneliness Maybe love isn’t for everyone Only for those assholes that can take pain, Give orders, And demand too much of others. Love What is that? I think I know But I’m not sure I want to find out anymore. PS: I'm back from SF...