What is love?
Love is the way,
that he got me high,
and layed me down to breathe
together.
Love is the way that
he yelled,
he screamed,
he tore holes in walls
and psyches.
Love is the way that
he straightened my
lines,
he cut my
straws,
he kept me home.

Love is the way,
he never loved me
at all.