Love

I wonder why people praise love Love is a dangerous game to play with someone Love is when you let someone lie to you, hurt you, abuse you physically or mentally You forgive them even when your mind is telling you not too You get so use to being around that person, listening to their voice, you crave their presence You are addicted to them You let yourself get hurt over and over again just so you don't have to be alone You love him You love him He says he loves you, You smile, get happy but in the back of your mind you know he is lying to you You don't care You let him constantly hurt you, but you tell yourself it's okay because you love him You cry yourself asleep at night but it's okay because you love him You rarely sleep at night because you wait for him to text you back You rarely eat anymore but its okay You start to hate yourself but it's okay because you tell yourself he loves you and will change When he finally leaves you, you spend countless hours crying, blaming yourself, but really you didn't do anything wrong You find yourself looking for him in every guy you meet Until you wake up one morning, go about your day You realize you didn't think about him once, it saddens your heart because of all the love you once felt for this boy is finally gone You are proud of yourself, you never thought you would be able to feel happy by yourself again You did it You finally did it