When You Say It’s Just Love

“Why are you so obsessed? It’s just love — why suffer that much?” A patient who just had a stroke. What do you expect them to say but not being able to move? I tried to feel sorry to understand the first time you told me about her — your loyal, broken love story. You waited for her at the same old bus stop, for hours, cried under the rain. While I cried over love Just a few times You called it cheap, called it needy That I can’t give up sticking to it. Guess you’ve never been dumb for love. Guess you never devoted your whole heart to it. Once in a decade You may never fall for it I’m not outstanding Not your someone out there I’m just part of the crowd Sharing the pain You have never felt You gave me hope To satisfy yourself not your heart or soul but your lower parts So what do you know? …