Love?

What the hell really is love?

For some its just a word, a game to get what is wanted from others.
For some its just a feeling only one can dream of having.
For some many times it feels so real, but is just so fake.

I dream of a love...
Pure, unconditional..
A love with a man who will look at me with such passion and desire.
A love the whole world envies..

For a short time I had a love I finally felt was real..
I could see it in his eyes, feel it in his touch, taste it from his lips.
Everything seemed so magical, my fairytale love.

But just like everything else in my fucked up life, I was once again proven to be a fool.
The looks, touches, kisses soon faded
and I was left with the emptiness once again.

What the hell really is love?
does it even exist.
I want it, crave it, but I guess Fuck It!