It's only a word if you make it that way

Don't tell me you love me when you don't make an effort to show it

You fill me with your lies and bring my hope up and tear it down 

But no matter how much I frown I never let you know it

I grew up thinking love is a four letter word with no meaning

I thought love seemed more like a trend by the age of 12

I was never leaning towards developing a feeling 

All the hope I had my fingers stopped clinging

I had to learn on my own to love

Its not in the form of a social media post or picture I take of you

Its making sure you've eaten and you've got a roof over your head

Its me kissing you on the forehead before you go to bed

Its me making sure you do well in school

Saying you loved me was a way of making me stay

But I'm not there anymore and I know that love is only a word if you make it that way

This poem is about: 
My family

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