This is something that I don’t expect to happen to me. It is too much of a cliché for someone as unique as me. Or as I tend to think of myself. I never picture these kind of emotions in my life, but here we are. Where are my feelings? In my head or in my heart? Isn’t the heart just an organ to pump blood? I can’t get you out of my head but it aches so bad in my chest, where my heart should be. I didn’t know it, I didn’t want this.
This is foreign, this is illogical, I don’t understand it. So you love me? Why? How? When? What do you want to do with me? What if you really get to know me and don’t love me anymore? Because all you are doing now feels like you have found out that I am an imposter and you don’t love me anymore. After I opened myself to the idea of you being my personal person.
What is love? Baby don’t hurt me. I am still learning. Sometimes I love the feeling, the warmth that comes with the hugs. The hugs that feel open and comfortable. Ones that make a minute feel like a second. Am I the only one feeling it? You love the things I love about myself but doesn’t everyone else? Why does it feel special with you? Baby don’t hurt me. It doesn’t bleed but aches a lot.
I know it is corny when I say I feel the love when we hold hands. But am I feeling it alone? I can’t get enough when we cuddle, I want us to sync. I want us to be one. Am I still alone in this? What is love? Baby don’t hurt me.
I feel you are distant. I feel you don’t love anymore. You are tired. I am now a bother. I want to leave before you hate me. But it hurts so bad. It is taking a toll on my mind. It is disrupting my dreams. I am embarrassed, I am ashamed. I want to run. I want to hide. I want to forget. I want to erase, but it aches. It does not bleed but maybe if it did, I would feel better. Is there someone else you love like you loved me? Do you love her more than you loved me? Did I do something to push you into her arms? What is love?