Love is

Could you hate me if we never met? Spending countless hours fantasizing about how far we could get Don't these dreams fade through these meaningless arguments, quick flares inwhich I can see the formation of hatred swill in your eyes This is what love is The trapeze act along the hate shooken foundation based upon the need for space This is what it always was, No one speaks of this place They just say corny lines about love being blind, or if its meant to be set it free Open face lies to me Love is holding on when your grip is getting weak Yelling all day then holding their hand across the street Seeing them sick praying for their relief Say no when they say it's okay you can leave Laughing after you cried Understanding the truth after the lies Being okay after theres no more surprise Love is knowing no perfection, creating the happiness that never dies Love is.....