I have always said
That love is a verb
An action that you perform
To show how much you care
And how much that person means to you
Almost twenty-one years of life
And now I believe
That love is not a verb
But rather a person
This is what I have to say to Him
You were late
I was born
On September first
You didn\'t show up
Until October third
Three years later
Why were you late
Was I not important
You were quick to flee
One day by my side
Happy and free
Like nothing could go wrong
And in a split second
You would run away
Like a ghost in the night
Why would you leave
Was I not enough
You fill my head with promises
Of what is to come
And what will be
But then you lie
You get my hopes up
And wait patiently
To push me over the edge
Why would you watch me fall
Was I not loyal
Love is a person
And love is mean
Love picks favorites
And leaves the rest to fend for themselves
Love doesn\'t care