All words have meanings,
some good, some bad.
Some make you smile,
but some make you sad.

Love is four letters,
l.o.v.e.
Two for you
and two for me.

But what happens
when you give your two
to someone else—
leaving me empty,
sad,
heartbroken?

Now I’m down to one,
afraid to trust,
afraid to love,
because I know what could happen
and history repeats itself.

Your love was never mine.
I was just shrunken down
to fit her place,
until she returned
and you went running back.

True love is never easy,
and sadly, life isn’t either.
You love and you learn to lose,
but some people
never learn to love again.

I wanted to grow old with you,
paint our house like on TV,
play games,
joke with someone
who isn’t just a lover
but a best friend too.