An eye, an apple of my eye
A heart, a heartbeat racing by
My mind, twisting my sense of time
A thought process with no rhyme---
-- Or rhythm
Because you know that you could never tell them
Cheeks constantly bright red
Emotions easy to be read
Realization that some things are better not said
Love or infatuation?
It is all the same
Finally getting sick and tired of playing this game
Confession, it was bound to happen
Rejection, the decision to take a new course of action
The cycle just goes on and on again
It never seems to come to an end
Then finally reciprocation
It seems unreal
Finally someone understands how you feel
Then inevitably a tragic end
Feeling like you could never love again
Broken by love or death it is all the same
This world is a cruel game
With no save or reset
That is why decisions we constantly lament
To some a realization
That love is a horrid situation
To others more hopeful than them
They get sucked into some sort of delirium
Though some from it truly find joy
They unlike others do not feel like love’s toy
However you think of it, it all ends
Despite this some people their feelings they continue send
A true determination
Shown through a human’s ability of conversation
A constant human need for interaction
Love is just a chemical reaction
Though in the mind of the love sick
It is far more than that depressing schtick
It is something indescribable
And something yet so desirable
A feeling to some above all compare
A feeling of floating in mid air
The ability to be one’s true self
Without feeling like you will be the only book untouched on the shelf
The feeling that you always have someone there for you
Someone that cares no matter what you do
The feeling of satisfaction with just silence
The feeling that you will never experience violence
The feeling that this moment could last forever
Thinking that you are or trying to be oh so clever
Someone to sit there and help you through your hardest times
Someone who can actually sympathies
Motivation in just the right amounts
Delivered when they feel it really counts
That can be true but there is always a dark side in this world
Sometimes a false love can make you hurl
Abuse and misunderstanding galore
Being labeled as a dirty w****
Constant pain that you for some reason are forced into
Almost impossible to get through
The victim being blamed without a doubt
Their inner sorrow labeled as a pout
Signs that this is not true love blatantly obvious
Yet everyone seems to be oblivious
Things ending with or without intervention still end bad
Everyone comes out sad or mad
No fun having been had
A feeling so fluctuant different to everyone
Something not perfectly described by anyone
Love a thing that can cause or solve despair
An emotion one cannot compare
Something many think about when they go to bed
A process all inside your head
Something that does not go unsaid
Yet a feeling almost no one dreads