Love means never having to say you're sorry
but wanting to anyways
because you hate that you fought
over something so stupid.
And when you walked away and thought
you realized you just wanted to yell
just for the hell
of it, to see what he would do.

Love means never having to ask for love,
but always trying to give more than you receive.
It's this feeling of knowing
that you can cry till you bleed
till your nose runs dry
and he'll stand there
with arms around you, tight
so that the bad dreams can't breathe.

Love means never having to say it,
but shouting it from the rooftop anyways
because you want the world to hear
at 3 am and at noon again.
And when the neighbors shout and holler
you just dance on their ceilings
with your lungs bursting
so that they know that you are someone's
and someone is yours.

Love means caring, telling the truth,
never holding back in a fight,
never restraining yourself in a kiss,
never fearing that he'll walk out,
but clinging to the moments
between here and death.

Love means holding his hand
him holding yours
and neither one of you noticing.
It's habit, familiar, calm and comfort.

Love means knowing that you are in love.