I can't help to stare whenever she is near, she catches my eye like an annoying, fly. I want her dearly but my friends are telling me that I'm not seeing clearly. They tell me, I'll take a bullet for her but she won't break a nail for me, I'm constantly denying it saying no she won't set me free. They try breaking it down in scenarios saying I don't need nobody, but yet they are in love head over heels. They ask me why do I persist, why do I continue to chase her if I know how its gonna end. Well its the same reason why you choose to date a friend. It's for that L.O.V.E. I get a high off of complements and hugs but the only people who will know this is at reading and hearing distance of these words. Its not that I think she's the perfect person or the hottest one but its the fact that I've been a sucker for love. When I write stuff like this I might as well replace my ink for blood. Cause every time I wrote in blue or black it resemble something my heart wasn't but look at now, I might as well get the draining of my blood now because my heart no longer holds that color . So my friends ask me again will I still chase the wicked witch of the west who gives me a uprising from my south every time I see her full moons. That answer is not yet determined but trust me I'll pick my poison soon.