You told them I already sent it to you . . .
You said,
"I love you"
and my heart race.
Thumping so loud,
I could not look at your face—
I almost got a heart attack,
keeping my composure back.
I pretended it was nothing
but the more I am pretending,
the more it goes deep.
I forced a laugh to pretend,
but deep inside—
God,
I am bent,
my heart is melting.
I am thinking that you took away my heart—
in some far away place
but I heard it still races,
my heart is still beating.
And the worst is it is shouting—
for your name
and it is now bleeding.
I know you are just affectionate,
so you said those words
but I could not help thinking about it as something more.
I know you and you know me,
but I guess you did not know I felt more than that.
Because all I can hear is the sound of my heartbeat,
that time on Thursday night—
when you said,
"I love you"
and my heart race.
I get attached so easily
yet I get away quickly,
I do not fall deeply,
to the point I would forget someone long—
I only fall shallow,
but this one is a cupid's arrow.
Because you said,
"I love you"
and my heart race.
We both have the same description,
I hope we also have the same feelings in our hearts,
that warm affection
but we are just friends.
Yet—
still,
you said,
"I love you"
and my heart race . . .
