End... It's the end?
It sounds so unreal,
I'm so unsure,
They say every beginning has an end,
I say some end's come early,
Some end's come late,
Some end in surprise,
And some... we could not wait,

This post is two days early,
It's to conclude the theory of love,
But it's not an happy ending,
Love? Always ends with heartbreak,
Well, at least,  that's what this story says,

As I bring this door to a close
I open another door,
But, I am still unsure,
It leaves me to question,
Was it me walking this route all along?
It seems so foreign,
Boundaries unknown,
Was my truth really the truth,
Were my lies really lies,
My tongue is tied,

Break the silence,
Don't let the audience be denied,
Of what's truly theirs,
Words... unsaid but clear,
Our adolescent life is built on hormones,
Preferences instilled by our peers,
Pressure built but not released,
Holding, showing, giving, wanting,
Pretty eye sparkly pieces,
Give me your canvas and let me paint it,
Don't distract me because of your own interest,
You could paint your own,
And reflect your fire,
But if we do it independently,
That doesn't make us a 'we'?

This is not the end of my story,
There is still uncertainty,
No, not about that!
Or that...
I'm just unclear of what the word 'love', really means,
Everything comes to a close,
Except the reoccurring decimals,
The thoughts I can't withhold,
The truth unknown,
But... I've opened another door.

Do you know, what the word 'love' really means?