Love

A word that is used everyday

I said it to him in my car last May

I must not have know what it truly meant

Out the door with his bags he went

I said it to him because I thought it felt right

Dated three years, hungout every night

Hidden in the word there was false hope

I couldn't do it anymore, was at the end of my rope

Love is described as, 'everlasting' and 'fate'

Never felt it before; I must not have a mate

I've never loved a man past his error

I swear I've dated the worse, they cause me true terror

I'm almost positive I'm meant to be alone

Just surviving in this world until I'm all grown

I've convinced myself I can make it alright

I've learned to cook, and can tuck myself in at night

Love is a hoax; extremely cliche

I can make myself happy when skies turn gray