I feel lost,

But not as much as before,

I've found a missing piece of me,

I've picked some ideas from a tree,

Still growing but old enough to give advice,

I think I now know what's wrong from right,

He loves me he loves me not,

Childhood me would say,

I love him I would say,

Put does he love you the voices in my head would scream

I always have a smiley face at least I've kept that till this day, 

Circumstances taunting and hurting but I refuse to fall with the debris. 

Like a vacuum I'll suck up the broken pieces and tuck them in a spot,

As the motto says After the battle the reward. We learn from our pain. 

Having left my childhood ways, my question nowadays is what does love truly mean?

 I know I love you in Christ.

 I love everyone.

But that love that have your heart racing, your hands sweating and you pacing...

What is it?

 Actions? 

But what if they are stagnant?

 I wish I could go back to childish ways. 

I think I know too much now, take my knowledge away. 

It's not love?

  It's lust? 

It's a crush?

What is love?

This question might bring me to my grave?

 Take this pain away.