Why is it that love can be the greatest thing one minute,
Then the worst the next?
It puts you on cloud nine for a while,
Then knocks you down to the lowest level.
It can rip your heart out and tear it into a million little pieces,
And then expects you to put it back together again.
Isn't that a terrible thing?
It plays with your emotions, your feelings.
Allows you to feel all these wonderful things,
Just to take it all away when you start to feel comfortable.
Makes it seem like anything is possible,
That there are no limits.
Only to leave you feeling lonely and hopeless.
Why do we even go through that?
Is it worth the wear and tear we put on our hearts?
Searching for that one perfect person,
The one that will love us inside and out,
Despite our many faults.
Does that person really exist?
I personally hope he does.
Otherwise, I went through this pain for nothing.
Completely torn apart for the world to see.
Leaving me only a small fraction
Of the person I used to be.
So if that one perfect love exists,
Come to me now.
Or forever leave me alone....
