Pain, Relationships

The Love I’m Used To

This isn’t the kind of love I’m used to

butterflies

surprises

love notes

and kisses

 

This isn’t the kind of love I’m used to

random hugs throughout the day

saying “i love you”

over

and over again

 

birthday cake

ice cream trips

lunch dates

Just because

 

This

What you offer…

is different

 

I don’t understand how you can love like this

without those things

How can you say you love

without action

I realize now that your words are weak

You say you have passion but I can’t feel any of it

 

Your existence

is weak

 

I am not used to your kind of love

But should I be?

 

Must I limit myself to this?

Must one first be unhappy to be happy?

 

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