What does Love mean to You?
What does Love mean to You?
What does love mean to you without loyalty?
What does it mean to you when you don’t understand the beauty of life and its renewal, and when you don’t value or understand the spirit of camaraderie in love and relationships?
What does love mean to you, and what is it worth, when you let it go so easily?
What is it worth to you when you don’t want to talk and would much rather walk away and push everyone away? Build me up, only to let me down. Remember Digable Planets, “Take me to another place, take me to another land…”? What is love without that commitment? You can’t just turn me on and off whenever you want. “Go away. Come back. Go away. Come back.” No, it doesn’t work like that.
What does love mean to you when you say that you are sorry, then turn around and do the same thing again?
I mean, how many times should I pick myself up after being beat down to the ground? When is enough enough? Even the toughest person sometimes needs someone to be tougher.
How much should I lower the bar? ‘Til where there is no bar? Someone should pick up that bar and hit me in the head with it.
What does love mean to you when you make empty promises, when you don’t keep your word, and when you don’t care about my disappointment?
How it is love when you are selfish?
How is this love when you treat me the same way that you treat everybody else, and say “well this is just how I am”?
What is love if it is one-sided, judgmental, and sometimey?
How can you say that you love me when you never say anything positive to me, and never point out my strengths? When you constantly try to bring me down?
How is it love when the person hates him or herself so bad that you begin to hate yourself? When you begin doubting yourself because you see yourself through their unstable, cloudy eyes?
How can you give love if you don’t love yourself? How would you even recognize it to be able to accept it and embrace it for how marvelous and wondrous it really is?
How is it love when it’s so draining even when things are good and when things are bad you feel like you wanna jump off a bridge? And they know this, and keep driving the dagger deeper and deeper.
How is it love when they only see their pain?
How is this love when I still feel so empty and alone?
How is this love when I am made to be the bad person because I wanna spend time with you?
What does love mean to you when you are constantly playing the blame game?
What is love without knowledge and understanding?
What is love without listening?
What is love without respect?
What is love without honesty, dedication and trust?
What is love without forgiveness?
What is love without patience, genuine kindness, and sincerity?
How can you say you are in love when you are rigid, and unwilling to compromise?
How can you say that you love me when you have hidden agendas?
How can you say you love me, when you won’t help me in my time of need, even if I ask you to and tell you that I need you?
How can you say that you love me when you intentionally throw stuff in my face that you know will hurt me?
How can you say that you love me and you don't know, nor do you care about, not even one of my hopes, dreams, fears, or desires?
How do you love me if you don’t want to work toward any common goals?
How is it love when we are constantly moving backward, instead of a steady progression forward? And when you criticize me for not standing still and stagnating?
How is it love when you are so far from right, that you couldn’t see it if it hit you in the head? How is it love when I’ve turned around so many times that I don’t even recognize myself when I see my reflection? When I’ve been so long in this warp, in this zone, that I don’t even know what “normal” or “sane” is anymore, and I accept sub-par treatment as such.
And Ladies, let me tell you, it’s a cycle – if he talks to his mother all any kind of way, then you better believe you are not any different (no matter what he says) and he will talk to you the same way. And if he talks to you all any kind of way, then he will allow people in the street to do the same. He will not protect you. Instead he will see you as being sensitive and argumentative, when clearly people are disrespecting you (and, as a result but he doesn’t see it, being disrespectful toward him) .
Also, nine times out of 10, if he was raised primarily by one parent, let’s say it was his mom, and his mom does not value family, relationships, her parents, or him, then he won’t value her, his relationships, your kids, or family, and as he passes that down to your children, the vicious cycle continues.
What is love with conditions?
What does love mean to you if you never show it, and the other person never truly knows?
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