Blue Hearts 2k16 (My Collection of Poems And Short Stories)

What is Love?

I walked down the snowy sidewalk and watched as my breath turned into puffs.

It's freezing.

I shivered and hugged myself for warmth.

I slowly trudged on the path, gazing down at my worn out boots.

I'm tired.

As I continued on my way, I saw a man and a woman smiling at eachother. They were huddled up in a warm scarf. Their noses were red from the cold, but they seemed happy.

I watched as they shared a gentle kiss. I felt something twist painfully in my stomach.

I was sad.

It looked so warm.

It looked so happy.

I was jealous.

I shook my head and pulled my thin scarf over my face as I walked away.

I was breathing in soft pants as I increased my pace.

I passed by another couple. They were holding hands.

I stopped walking and gazed down at my own hands.

They were cold.

I brought them to my mouth and breathed on them. Hoping to warm them up.

I then watched as the couple hugged. They rubbed their noses together.

I felt my body get colder. I dropped my freezing hands to my side.

The couple laughed and the woman leaned her head onto the man's shoulder.

My fingers began to feel numb.

The woman then went up on her tiptoes and whispered into the man's ear, "I love you."

I stood completely still.

I then felt something warm on my face.

It gently slid down, almost caressing my cheeks.

I tried to clench my fists, but my hands were no longer listening to me.

My vision blurred as my heart dropped.

I was sad.

I stared longingly at the couple. I then let my head drop.

I was lonely.

I felt my chest jolt painfully.

The hot sensation on my cheeks increased.

I liked it. It was warm.

It dripped onto the snow.

I was crying.

My heart ached as I closed my eyes.

I was frustrated.

I sighed as I tried to blink the tears away, but they continued to fall without my permission.

My knees felt weak.

But I stood strong. I turned around and continued on my journey.

The harsh wind slashed against my face, drying up the tears, leaving only stains as evidence.

I once again brought my hands to my mouth, uselessly blowing at them. Anticipating for some sort of warmth or comfort.

But my breath was too weak. It stuttered and became labored as my sadness overwhelmed me.

I was pathetic.

Suddenly my legs gave out from beneath me. My body falling harshly on the ground.

I choked on my breath. I wheezed in pain and held onto my chest as I gasped for air.

I gasped.

And gasped.

But it was just too cold.

The snow angrily surrounded me as I kicked and tried to get away.

It was too much.

It hurt.

For my heart throbbed, for I could not understand.

I could not understand the feeling of warmth.

The feeling of what is called love.

I could not understand the sensation of happiness.

I could not understand the sensation of comfort.

I could not grasp the joy that others felt.

Because I don't know.

What is love?

Is it painful?

Does it hurt?

Does it feel nice?

Does it feel warm?

Does it make you happy?

What is love?

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Wow, that escalated quickly.

I don't know why I wrote this, but originally I wanted to write about being single and stuff, I wanted to exaggerate the feeling of being alone and having no one to be with you and spend time with you, but I guess it got out of hand LOL.

Hopefully this didn't turn out to be poop.