When does it end? The hurt and the pain?
The endless fights looking at eachother for blame!
The screaming and shouting,
The lies and the doubting,
The sly digs and the names,
The putting down and the games.
I'm so tired of the ups and downs
One day we love the next we breakdown.
Is this love because I can't tell?
One day feels like heaven, the next its hell.
It leaves a mark upon my soul,
An unsettling feeling I can't control.
But yet I stay, and fully don't know why?
Is part of me thinking 'this is real love, I should try?'
It's hard to know the meaning of love,
When it's something you've always been deprived of.
To have such highs, but catastrophic lows,
It's hard to establish what's love, who knows?

© Melis5211