Love is.
The person who is sees you when no else seems to
Knows you are hurting by the slightest change in the way you carry yourself
Love is
The girl who says she is done but never really leaves
Only says she is leaving because she is hurting and doesn't want to hurt you
Love is
When words don't seem to match but that one touch, that one kiss, that one look
-makes you cadaverous, pinned in that one state if mind,
Forgetting the feelings that fueled the grayness behind her eyes, behind his eyes, behind our eyes
Love may have been said to have left
Love was 

... is us.