Love becomes a noise
that fails to satisfy the feeling
felt inside.
When is love real?
Do you always love someone the same
or does it grow on with time?
And if it does, how could love have the same meaning
for both times?
You claim to not be able to love someone
any more than that moment,
but then what if you do?
How reliable is love.
How could this new, stronger love be equivalent?
The use of the word is unfulfilled.
Love becomes louder when said as if to emphasize
feeling.
How high can you scream?
Just one word holds the power of your universe.
Loving someone is not a present to them,
but a relief to you.
You spend your life
trying to express your love in
some sort of collaboration of
words and ways.
Yet, it forfeits to satisfy.
Love is inexpressible.
Sadness fills you, knowing the person
you love, will never be filled with overwhelming sense
of your love.
You tell yourself it is love, because what else would it be?
So you plan the dream wedding,
convinced that the finalization
will make it feel real.
Deny the doubts, everyone feels this way.
No, they don't.
Poor girl, they don't.
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