It's something we've all heard of.
Hell, there's even a holiday for it.
But what is love supposed to be?
Is it cute fluffy dates,
The kind of love I've never witnessed?
The kind of love I no longer hope to find
Because I don't believe it exists at all?
Or is it screaming,
And tears that feel like acid?
That's the kind of 'love' I've seen.
That's the only kind of love I've ever seen.
So tell me, why the fuck does it get its own holiday?
What the hell is love supposed to be?
And what's everything in between?