Love is there such a thing?
If there isn't what is this feeling?
Where he is the only thing that crosses my mind,
the single thing I allow to enter my mind.
Where I cannot think of anything but being with him.
This cannot be love,
love is painful.
Love is not this.
Anyway I am too young to know what love is.
Right?
Yet I feel as if he can see the real me,
as if he can look past the walls I have built.
Maybe I have unknowingly let him in.
What if he runs,
because my demons are too evil,
or my past too dark,
maybe my arm is too bloody,
or my heart too burdened.
What if he runs when he finds out?
Maybe it is love because while it feels nice it also hurts.