That Thing Called Love Poem by Stephanie Smith

Love is good. bad. strange. complicated. confusing.

It provides us with some of the most amazing moments of our lives...
we feel wonderful- strong, powerful, important.
Nothing can bring us down
and everything is perfect

But.. and there always is a but;
when things aren't working out the way we planned
everything sucks..
there is nothing left to live for
we feel horrible, pointless, worthless

Love yourself, love your friends
coz at least when he disappears.. they wont
you wont.
and then, you will always have some one there for you
some one to support you, to care for you
to love you.
a shoulder to cry on