That Wasn't Love

The boy loves a girl and
that girl loves the boy

They must with how often
they say it.
and kiss.
and stare.

They just must... Right?

But he treats her like trash
And she's there for the sex

They say "I love you"
             "I'm here"
             "I trust you"
             "I care"

But how is that love?
Do they believe what they say?
Are they suppressing the knowledge
that neither heart wants to stay?

Maybe it's subconscious
or maybe they know.
Maybe it's a game
where rules are a no.

But those are just theories, 
because how could I know.
I've never been in love
I've just let my feelings go.



But one day they'll wake up
hand in hand, the same bed
they'll look eye to eye  
with wrinkles and hatred well hid

They'll forget it isn't real
All those empty I love you's
piled up high after that long
But they'll still think them truths

I thought that was love,
so false and so blue
I never thought it was a gift
But then I met you.