Everybody is always asking what is love.
But nobody actually knows what love is.
We say we love each other but we don’t even know what it means.
Maybe love is silence that doesn't feel empty.
Or hands that don’t let go when things get hard.
We say it to strangers after two drinks.
We post it online with hearts and filters,
But can’t say it to our own reflection.
I thought I loved him when he smiled at me.
But love didn’t show up when the door slammed shut.
It stayed silent when I cried into my hands.