Font Color=pinkit's Just Love Poem by Ju5t m3 Kay

Late night talks,
sweet words exchanged,
love visible in your eyes,
my feelings for you held out in the open...
' What was the fuss about? '
I think of that question, then previous memories
come to mind, like a slide show.
Physical, emotional, mental abuse.
Arguments back to back,
lies, deceit... it just never ends.
The happiness of it doesn't come close when compared to the bad.
Then again how can I say?
I've only witnessed it,
never my experience.
So, that makes me the lucky one, right?
Yea, I smile, to myself, thinking I am lucky. I'm loved, then...
something interupts my thoughts,
It's you, you're screaming about something...
What's the fuss about?
Love's just a b*tch.