Late night talks, <br />sweet words exchanged, <br />love visible in your eyes, <br />my feelings for you held out in the open... <br />' What was the fuss about? ' <br />I think of that question, then previous memories <br />come to mind, like a slide show. <br />Physical, emotional, mental abuse. <br />Arguments back to back, <br />lies, deceit... it just never ends. <br />The happiness of it doesn't come close when compared to the bad. <br />Then again how can I say? <br />I've only witnessed it, <br />never my experience. <br />So, that makes me the lucky one, right? <br />Yea, I smile, to myself, thinking I am lucky. I'm loved, then... <br />something interupts my thoughts, <br />It's you, you're screaming about something... <br />What's the fuss about? <br />Love's just a b*tch.<br /><br />Ju5t m3 Kay<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/font-color-pink-it-s-just-love/
