I don't know what love is.

It's a despicable use of feelings that nobody should feel weak against. Could people die of love? Possibly. Besides, we as people, have the choice of living without love and die as our prideful selves. Anyone can survive by themselves, right?
Least we can do is provide ourselves with food, water, and shelter. Love? Sheesh. Let it rot in hell.

I don't know what love is.

So what if I have feelings for this guy? It doesn't mean I love him.
Everyday something reminds me of him, and for some reason it makes me happy. Regardless, it does not prove anything. I can write about him through poetry or journal entries all day without getting tired. I am not addicted. Honestly, I merely favor him a little bit more than others--- what kind of nonsense do you think?
Love?
Oh god. You really are annoying me.

I don't know what love is.

Why love? Can we not learn to "favor" others as simple friends? What is the use of love when people only feel pain?
Of all the risks you take to love someone, is purely and utterly, preposterous.
Love, my friends, is nothing but a curse made by your hearts' untrue desire.
So do please, go right ahead and curse yourselves.

I don't know what love is.

I may have cursed myself to know him....and even risked extraordinary moments to be with him. It's incredible and truly breathtaking. What an adventure! Oh, if only I can get to know him more. Just looking in his eyes you'll see how much he wants the same thing too.
A kiss?
He's such a----

I don't know what love is.

I do know what love is.

I don't know what love is.

It's despicable-
It's incredible-
It's nonsense-
It's breathtaking....

Love. No love. Love.