I love you.

Words that mean so much, 

yet aren't said enough. 

Maybe because love-

isn't what you think. 

It's not an obligatory vow,

written in ink. 

It can't be defined:

pressed between pages of strictly ordered words. 

Because it's inside,

beating with our hearts and shining through our eyes. 

Why do we acquaint it

with hearts on instagram posts?

Why is our view so tainted? 

Why can't we see real love

instead of 

hate,

disguised as affection? 

So much time spent staring at a screen, 

all this technology,

not enough us' and we's. 

We're blind to the love that's in everyday life. 

In smiles and favors and "it'll be alright"s. 

Because love isn't what we think. 

 

It's what we feel.