How do I call it love when all it brings is pain,
When I toss and turn each and very night,
Is this how you all do it?
Perhaps I am too young for it,
Maybe I still need to learn more.

Maybe I don't,
Does it come naturally or we learn to love with time?
Does it need education or emotions?
I mean, my emotions are all over the place anyway.

But then the question still stands, is that love?
The image of love I had in mind seem so different from the reality of love.
Am I naive?
Am I weak?

Real or fake,
To me seem like two ways of love,
Maybe that's how life taught me.
Beautiful and Unique,
Isn't how love is supposed to be?
Too many questions I guess,
Either way, I am done.
No more love for me.
© Thato Mangwegape