What is Love?

It is the vomit moving upward through her throat
While he sits near and holds the basin to her mouth
Supporting the small of her back
and whispering a lie they're both aware of

It is the kiss he gives through a white lipsticked mask
In room 307 at midnight
After talking about the end
Because the bruises refuse to stop coming back

It is the way they dance to all the wrong beats
Just to be close for another night
And she wishes her curls were there to hide the tears welling
But when he touches her face, there's just skin

It is the hair that falls to his bathroom floor
Shaving off denial, fear, and pride
Just to share a close emotion that hurts the chest
She cries when she sees it in his eyes, exposed and bare

It is the sleepless night of worry when the doctors speed in and out
And there's nothing left in sight
Because it never was going to be alright
She's weary and tired from this unjust fight

It is the black umbrella that repels rain
It is the freedom to remember
And it lives on after everything else dies