Does love define who I am, what I will be?

Because you love me you understand

Because you love me you give me hope 

Because you love me you respect me, but you don't seem to know what that means

Pushing me aside is not love...

Undermining my ideas and my dreams is not love 

The lack of love is apparent... 

You console your self with "I'm fine" or "I don't need anyone"

But you do...

And everyone knows it but you.