How do we know what love is?
Is it that feeling in the pit of my stomach that I get when I think about you?
Because those "butterflies" feel more like knives
How do we know when we are in love?
Is it the twisting feeling in my heart?
Because that just makes me feel like I can't breathe.
Why is it that love makes me
Anxious
Worried
Depressed
Scared
Sickened
Squeamish
Regretful
Longing
Closed-off?
It is true what they say,
You don't know what you have until you've lost it.
What's the matter with me?
~S~
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PoetryA poem book with original poems written by me. Covers a variety of different topics as it is a representation of life as I live and experience it. [Poems that aren't mine will credit the original author] //tw//: self harm, depression, suicidal tho...
