Love

Love. What a stupid word

Who knew its whole concept could be so absurd?

How do we know when we feel love?

Or if it’s something we’ll grow tired of?

But does it matter how we really feel?

Because a broken heart will never fully heal

We’ll always be left with some kind of scar

Reminding us of who we are

And how we never thought the hurt would end

And the break in our heart would never mend

So that’s why I’m trying to feel nothing at all

So I don’t have to worry when I’m going to fall

Maybe I’ve had it wrong all these years

Maybe I don’t have to shed all of these tears

Because who really knows what love is all about?

And has anyone taken the time to figure it out?