Do you love, love?

Do you love, Love?
It sure as hell doesn’t feel like it sometimes 
Yes there’s been many of times when 
It seemed that you loved, love 
But at times 
I don’t even know 
Watching your children grow 
Shows me you love, love. 
But how can you love everything? 
Anything 
You seem so rootless 
But how are you? 
When plants grow with love, love? 
How can a man love his wife and kids 
But then all of a sudden find himself 
Addicted 
To drugs 
Oh he’s in love
Happiness found in false images 
Cast upon the screens of his eyes
Oh how you love, love
I miss when you would show me in ways 
Of music to my ears 
When I was still wet behind them 
Clothes on my back 
Basking in my freedom
In fact 
There was a time I didn’t know anything other than love, love 
But then I found out 
About people chewing each other up and spitting them out 
Missles sent on Christmas 
Lashings for the sake of god 
Whom they claimed to love 
Love? 
Is this how you love, love?
Or is it that you specify 
As means to why 
Love should be spread upon
Bread with butter knives 
Or through the voices of choice 
Whose knives are lashing those
Not like them. 
How do you u love, love? 
Do you love me 
Do you love me not? 
Should I show whom I’m devout? 
Or are you just a word 
Mis used by swords and butter knives 
Chocolate cakes and arsenic 
Are we poisoned by your word of choice 
Simply because 
We find fond of personal trappings 
And definition 
Of the self 
For the love of GOD 
You prick and prod 
At those that are different 
And claim you’re innocent. 
Because your word was found
In twisted mouths 
And haughty eyes
Sending blazes cross the sky
You ask them why oh why 
They must 
It’s always whom they put their trust 
In God, or them, not you, but us 
It doesn’t seem you ever loved, love
I wish you’d love, love
I’m at your mercy 
Because love for me 
Has made me a train wreck 
Finding the comfort I need 
Through cigarettes and weed 
Falsely make me Happy 
For the moment 
I wish you’d change your definition of love, love
I think someone hurt you 
And you’ve given up 
But in a fucked up way 
I have to say 
Maybe 
It’s not you 
Maybe 
It’s US