Is it really love?

Or is it desperation and loneliness

possibly? 

Hearts are so...

Minds are:

Numb.

Baraged.

Attacked.

Is it really love?

Happiness?

Contentedness?

Or just a bandage for a gaping hole,

that can't heal?

Is love even existent at this age?

Or is it selfishly using others?

Touching and caressing and caring for them...

...just because we can't do that for ourselves?

Is there really love in the adolescent years,

or is it coping?

Lusting?

Pretending?

Is "skinny love" the only one that's real?

Isolated love from only one half?

Broken hearts without even an action.

Fragile.