What is love?

Is it crying in your room,
scared that you just lost him?
Is it laying next to him,
staring into his weary brown eyes?
Is it hoping for that 'goodmorning' text,
while you're getting ready for school?

Or is it just you and him,
nothing to worry about.
Being happy for no reason?
Being able to say you beat your depression,
just because of him being by your side?

Love is a dangerous thing..
it can make you better,
but it can ruin you so badly.

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