My love...

What is love?
Love is falling for someone and thinking you'll love him forever,
even when people try to convince you otherwise,
you believe you are sure. It's all those late nights and crazy fights.
Staying up late because you're too filled with hate.
Being so high and so low, afraid to let it show.
Your mood swings from up to down, calling just to hear his voice because you love the sound. Trying to sleep, but tossing around.
Can't sleep, can't eat, can't stand to think.
Can't love him but can't leave.
Miss him when he's gone, but can't stand to be around him for too long.
Confusion overtakes you, like a thick haze you can't see through.
He will love you one day, but hate you the next. Then he will apologize through a text.
You can't stand feeling like this, but then he can fix it with just a simple kiss.
You go home with your thoughts around nothing but him, you try not to cry but then you think of him.
His touch, his laugh his smile, his hate.
He makes your heart beat at a whole new rate.
You love him, you know that for sure. But is he your poison, or your cure?
He causes you pain that you never believed in.
Then comes a fight that you know you won't win.
You don't know why he is saying this stuff. Is this what he thinks, or is it just a bluff?
Then he turns back and says, "I love you." You have no choice.
You turn around and say "I love you too."