Sometimes I Feel Like Maybe You Taught Me The Wrong Kind Of Love

Maybe you taught me the wrong kind of love,
the kind of love that doesn’t exist anymore,
the kind of love that only happens once in a lifetime,
the kind of love you don’t forget.

You taught me the kind of love that communicates,
the kind of love that doesn’t leave messages ignored
or questions unanswered.
The kind of love that’s clear as day.

You taught me that kind of love that tries
to understand the differences,
and solve the problems.
The kind of love that doesn’t know how to give up.

You taught me the kind of love that waits,
the kind of love that stays when things get rough,
the kind of love that doesn’t get tempted easily,
the kind of love that doesn’t change overnight.

You taught me the kind of love that commits,
the kind of love that shows up,
the kind of love that stands still,
the kind of love that doesn’t leave.

You taught me the kind of love that reassures,
the kind of love that doesn’t break promises
the kind of love that doesn’t break hearts
the kind of love that makes the world a better place.

And ever since then, I can’t find another love like yours
I can’t find another you.
I can’t find someone who gets it.
I can’t find someone who knows how to love.

I thought that this kind of love was universal
but the more I fall for people,
the more I realize that it was just you —
that no one knows how to love anymore.

But I keep looking for the love you opened my eyes to,
the kind of love that heals.
Because this new kind of love is blind,
and it’s making me sick.