Do you understand love?

Do you understand love?
'Cause I can't really get a grasp on it...
Do you know what makes this heart beat?
What made me fall in love and never quit?

I finally get up each time I'm hit
And any new beginning feels unfit
It seems unfair to hope, and give and tame
Just to fall down in pieces once again.

I do things that I never thought I'd do,
And secretly I fear it's "too good to be true";
I can't stop thinking of the way it felt
Each time you kissed me, held me, made me melt.

We wrote the story of an unfair war
That history will never note us for
And after all the drama and the clash
Thought we were strong enough to rise from ash.

How does it come so easily to you
To not care about (all the) things I do for you?
I never thought I'd ever want to learn
To be immune to you and to say "No"
Yet, here I am forgotten and confused
It's hard to fight the feeling I’ve been used.

For all the wasted moments left it seems
Are only memories and hopeless dreams.
You were the one who, once, showed me the way
To happiness and love in every way.
I trusted you and made you all that mattered,
Longed for you like a child who's seeking shelter.

We wrote the story of an unfair war
That history will never note us for
And after all the drama and the clash
Thought we were strong enough to rise from ash.

I'm ready to forgive cause I am lost
And wandering the streets like I'm ghost.
With you I had a purpose, life made sense
Now everything is empty, left to chance.
 
 Who are the lucky ones who find their mate?
I'm just a casualty of love and hate.
I carry all the heartbreak in my heart
And hope I'll manage not to fall apart.

I loved you like I never thought I'd do...
You weren't meant to be the one I'd fall prey to;
I had an empty gaze, hands at my chest
When your eyes pierced into mine as you left.

We wrote the story of an unfair war
That history will never note us for
And after all the drama and the clash
Thought we were strong enough to rise from ash(es).

Denisa Dobrin - February 15, 2012

Inspired by (and dedicated to) Hooman Vassef. 
Sometimes, all one can do is love, even if they are not loved in return.