i'm sure you all have these questions sometimes.

Questions without answers

They ask me "do you love him?"
What type of question is that?
How am I supposed to know what love is,
if it's even anything at all.
I mean yeah i dream about him.
Yes, I think of him,
and yes when I'm with him I wouldn't want to be anywhere else.
But do I love him?
I find myself asking this question frequently.
I sometimes wake up thinking yes, i do love him.
Then later I think, how the hell do i know that, i don't know what love is.
I hear people saying love is all of these things, things like: love is talking to someone on the phone for hours just to hear their voice, Love is thinking of them all the time.
But do they really know, does anyone really know what love is.
No, I don't love him, I'm incapable of loving.
I've built a wall in my heart from all of my previous pain,
not to let anything else in.
But then again I can still hear the beating of his heart in my ear,
From the other night, laying on the couch.
I can still feel his chest supporting my head,
and his arms around me.
The comfort,and security of it, the magical feeling it gave me.
I can still remember every word, every little touch.
So do I love him?
Well I guess love is different for everyone.
But, yes I do think I love him in my own little way.
I love him the only way I'm capable of loving,
with half a heart.
Is that really love though?
Those are my questions,
my questions without answers.

Words by Rhia
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Written on 2006-02-22 at 01:45

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Love is...

Always giving him a second chance, no matter how many times he falls through on his plans or promises to protect you; and no matter how many times he gets arrested of does stupid things.

Walking five hallways
out of your way
on crutches
with a broken ankle
just to see him
even though you know he won't see you
and not caring
that he doesn't know
that you just walked
five hallways out of your way
on crutches
with a broken ankle
just to see him.

Praying every night that god doesn't take his life, even though he would probably deserve it with the stupid shit he does... and even though you don't believe in god.

Memorizing his scent.

Trusting that he will be your safety net, though rational thought [and your best friends] tell you he won't.


Or something.

[You have a lovely writing style.]

I dont really know what to say about love because these are the same questions that I keep asking myself.But the thing is, if it makes you feel confused,if it makes you wonder, makes you think a lot, makes your heart flutter.....maybe I'd consider calling it love.Really classic Rhia....really classic!

Zoya Zaidi
Questions are not really without answers,
These are the age-old questions,
Which every one asks, the first time round,
The doubts are always there, is this love,
Or this not? But the answer, is also always
The same: "If this is not love, then what is?"

Yes, dear Rhai, accept it or not, but you are in love!

(((((Hugs for the newly found love)))))

Love, xxx, Zoya

Hm... I wonder... if we are all incapable of loving then how did the term come to be....which proves that love does exsist..... Love what a powerfull grasp the word has... Love, to me, is a thought, a thought that there will be no questions needed to be answered once found.... but yet a premature state of mind.... that once u find somone that you truely love,those questions wont be heard anymore; blinded... hence the term :)

Wow, really wow :)

Griffonner The PoetBay support member heart!
Love, Rhia, is knowing it's love. When it happens, there is no doubt... well there never was for me (35 years married and Lady Griffonner still makes my heart flutter!)

Still, this is an emotive and well expressed piece. I enjoyed the read, and my heart went out to you.


i hate how good a writer u r u know that. now i feel dumb again
but anyway thats very good. i liked it. i liked the purpose.