I remembered the day you asked me what it's like to fall in love
and now that I think of it
it is the tears that I try to hold back
when I won't admit I'm broken
it's like a whirlwind that picks me up from where you were and throw me somewhere I've never been
and it was like a match sticks when lit can burn a forest to ashes with a slightest touch
"I can't promise you that love is beautiful, but I can promise you it was worth it." I answered
at the back of my head I know
much like of life
love can **** you
Dec. 8