"We define love the way we experienced it"

Maybe that's why to me, love is a face full of tears

Love is cruel, heartless
It comes at you when you're at your weakest,
knowing, very well, that you would give in

Love is a game, or at least until someone falls into it
there's no turning back, you're drowning

Constant questioning of why, how, do you

Sleepless nights and broken hearts
Where is your heart, all over the floor
What does it feel like before it was in pieces

Unkept promises and unspoken words,
they wander your mind and overstay,
you never say them.

You give up your life, all to chase this
but you never reach it
you can never grasp it

Imminent feelings you could feel creep up
You think you've gone insane
because you can't eat or sleep properly
you can't do anything without thinking of the person
while they don't think of you at all

You are the losing end of this game
way before it had even started

If that is love, I don't want it.

Maybe that's not love at all.
I hope it isn't.