Love is a gift when you're
silently that person who screams every
time he looks at you.
Love is a gift when you're
silently the happiest person in the
world, by a single
touch.
Love is a gift when you
drown in a sea of his
laughs.
Love is a gift when you
burn in his smile knowing
you could have gotten out pure, before being
stained by the flames.
Love is a gift when
every small moment, moves a
mountain.
Love is a gift when
he isn't something worth living for,
but
something worth
dying for.
But love is a curse when you
stab yourself knowing that you weren't perfect,
even though nothing was spotless.
Love is a curse when you
stop breathing every time you see him
with someone who is better than you.
Love is a curse when you
break yourself into puzzle pieces,
just to let him know you exist.
Love is a curse when you
wonder how many times you'll die,
before he asks if you're okay.
Love is a curse when
your cries for him to adore you as much as everyone else
shake the trees,
and the left over pieces of the destroyed leaves remain
in your heart.
Because love is a curse when
you know his happiness is worth
so much more than yours, and you tell yourself,
so.
be.
it.
YOU ARE READING
tree.
Poetry"a feast of words about a girl's opinions about life, her love for trees, and a certain boy."
