(Thanks for suggesting this Just Another Teenage Girl! This is draft #43)

Love is a strange word.

It means something different

Every time you say it

A truth, a lie

A way to say goodbye.

Love is a terrifying word.

You can’t say it without commitment

Without a promise

That you’ll stay

Night and day

Love is a funny word.

You don’t know what it means

Until you have truly lost it

Remembering, missing

Dancing and kissing

Love is a beautiful word.

It persists and changes

And grows

Against all odds

Though we’re broken and flawed

I am here.