Love

Love. Sometimes it's nice, sometimes it's not. Love. Sometimes they love you back, but most don't. Love. Sometimes you spend every waking moment thinking about them. And when you aren't, you're crying because you know they won't love you back. Love, What causes me to have self doubt about everything about my self. Love, Why I can not longer sleep at night without crying my eyes out.

Love, That thing that makes me feel wanted. Love, What makes me happy cry, since I know that people have it for me. Love! Is it bad or good, because I don't know what to feel anymore... Unless that's the point. To feel loved. Love.