Four Letters

“Love” is a four lettered word that I don’t understand

and I’m not sure I ever will.

You seem to be so sure of what it is,

that it is something that echoes within your veins

reassuring you each time.

I know adoration

and I know passion

but I don’t quite think those are equivalent to the euphoria you tell me you feel.

“Love” is a four lettered word that I don’t understand.

I don’t know where to find it, or how to handle it once I do

assuming that I will, of course.

I feel like the villain in an old DreamWorks film,

trying everything and looking everywhere for an only spoken of feeling

only to hurt others in the process.

“Love” is a four lettered word that I don’t understand.

Does it even exist?

Is love just some illusion created by mankind to cope with reality?

I don’t know anymore.

All that I do know is that everyone seems to be so sure until they aren’t.

“Love” is a four lettered word that I don’t understand

and I don’t think I ever will.