Is this love?
If I better understood would I be enough?
If I loved you better, would it hurt this much?
I’m sorry.
I can’t tell.
My memories are twisted.
Is any of this real?

Is this love?
Is the coldness of your heart hidden in your eyes?
If I looked harder, could I uncover the lies?
I’m sorry.
I can’t tell.
Your words are twisted.
They dismiss and conceal.

Is this love?
Mutual misunderstandings, but good intent?
Would you be better if I could be patient?
I’m sorry.
I can’t tell.
My nerves are twisted.
I don’t know how I feel.