#random #poetry

I don't know why I kept telling myself,
That you were the one,
Even though it felt, at some point,
That what we had wasn't right.

I don't know why I kept telling myself,
That what I felt for you was love,
What is love, indeed, but a vague, amorphous, abstract entity,
A concept seemingly beyond the grasp of human intellect.

- Prachi Percy