What is love?

The air of denial that we choose to sit in is uncomfortable,
Tell me, how can you trust, the source of your pain when the source doesn't acknowledge it,
How can you trust a love that made you feel like, you know all the answers but when you raised your hand, you were the only one in the room,
How can you define it as love,when it only feeds your insecurities and starves the little romance left to death?
How, do you explain that a person who claims to love you constantly puts himself/herself in a position to lose you and didn't even care?
How do you define it as love, when it is making you cry in the places that you used to laugh in,                                        Maybe getting into this relationship was a good idea, but so was getting into the titanic and look what happened??

Maybe it's wiser to cherish nightmares than dreams in life for at least the former has the power to wake you up from your sleep,