Love.

A word.

A feeling.

An emotion.

What makes the world go round.

You.

I ******* love you.

And it hurts me, everytime that I feel like you're ignoring me.

It hurts me.

Knowing the fact, that you can't reciprocate my love for you.

Perhaps,

I still want to,

Thank you,

For all the *****.

You've caused a lot of chaos in me.

Inside of me.

I'm broken.

Because, once again, I became fragile.

And that **** happens,

Everytime I fall.

And when fragile thing falls,

They get broken.

So am I.