Is love for real?
I used to think so.
But now I doubt it.
There's so much pain,
So much hate,
How can love possibly exist?
I said I loved you,
But you said you loved her,
You broke my heart
And she broke yours.
Is love for real?
And if it is
Is it what we think?
Or is it just a word
For longing, or lust?
How can love be real
When all it is, is pain.