Repetition in a Moment...

Love: noun

1. a profoundly tender, passionate affection for another person.

2. a feeling of warm personal attachment or deep affection, as for a parent, child, or friend.

3. sexual passion or desire.

4. a person toward whom love is felt; beloved person; sweetheart.

5.(used in direct address as a term of endearment, affection, or the like):  

"Would you like to see a movie, love?"

Love.

...Have you ever thought to look it up?

I am stuck on replay. Love.

I am stuck in words & their meanings.

Love.

I am stuck in silence.

Love, I am stuck in emptiness. 

It is sticky & revolting, Love.

I have lost your necklace, Love.

You will not speak to me, Love.

WHY DO I STILL CALL YOU LOVE?!

Why has it been so long?  ...Love?

I don't understand. Love.

I don't understand. I don't understand. I don't understand.

Love.

The word is aching & dull.

Love. 

The word is sharp & tearing.

Love...you call someone else: Love. Love. Love Love. Love.

Love.

 

Does love mean nothing? Love? 

Are promises washed clean away if you just change your mind? Change the word? Can you, really? Or is that why you say nothing at all?

Love. We are different people now. 

Love. You've made us strangers, now.

Love. You love another, now.

Love.

What am I waiting for?

Love, what am I longing for?

Love, what am I looking for?

No one. Feels. Like you.

Love... But no one feels like you.

Love. I am patient, Love.

Love. I am waiting, Love.

Love. I will always be...

You are not coming back. Love. Never. Love. Never. Love.

But what else can I do...?

Love?

I am stuck on replay, Love.

I love all of you.

To me you are the nearest thing to perfect, when we touch, Love. When we listen, love. When we feel...Love. Like it's always, Love. Always, Love.

I am always, Love.

Always, Love.

I don't want to hold you in my dreams, for fear of hurting the one you love, now, love.

I want to let you be hers, Love.

Let her be yours, Love.

I am not part of it, Love.

But I love you. I am here. I wait. 

I wait....

I can't help it, Love.

I am always yours, love. I don't even want it anymore

I am another person now. Only a memory. Nothing tangible. Only words...love.

Just a pillow. Love. An empty pillow.

Love?

How am I waiting, love? When I have let you go. Not even 'friend.' No.

...Even though I'll never feel your love again. Love. Love. Love. Love. Love. My love. My love. My love. Is gone. My love. My friend. My love. My love.

Somehow you do not exist...anymore. 

But I still want to (not want to) let you go.

Hello, Love.

Goodbye, Love.

...Hello?