Nothing But A Word.

Love is all but a word.
Love is all but a feeling.
My use to be thoughts... Shattered when we met.

Why is it when i see you, my stomach feels tighter and i could hardly breath?
Why is it when i hear you, I feel my face heating up and i can't look at you?
What is it about you that makes you feel so important to me?

Cupid is truly a fool to strike me with one of his cursed poison tipped bows.
His worse mistake, because now i can't let go, forget, or truly look at you the same way.

I've never EVER felt something this deep.
It frusterates me that my heart is held in your hands.
Is my heart that easily found? obtained? stolen? tamed?

All i wish is for you to return what rightfully belongs to me.
Until I get "it" back, i'll listen to my soul; not something that is such a weak object.

My heart became my puppet master, and brought this damn burden onto me.
And i was the pawn who listened.
So, I'll chain up my heart and surround it with millions of guards; if i have to.
Because love is nothing but a word.

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more and more i see him. the more and more i feel depressed.
He fucking keeps ignoring me and i don't know why but i blame my heart, cupid...
everything but myself. Even when i know its my fault... i can't really explain why i'm so stupid but what i wrote in that poem is true and its my true feelings i can't show. i see him tomorrow... but i'm to scared to go to the class we have together...

-Crystle Cao