I Don't Want To Fall In Love
Love.
To the world it is everything.
It is the one thing that inspires songs and books and plays.
As it passes, hearts melt and arrows are shot.
I could still remember the first time that I uttered the word, “love.”
It was an ordinary day; one that can just be forgotten easily by the passing of days.
But as the word slowly escaped from my tongue and into the world, it struck me.
Love.
Everything then worked perfectly.
His hand and mine, together, were like pieces of puzzles that fit just perfectly.
Clasping each other; never wanting to let go.
It felt pure and real.
I was his and he was mine.
That was for sure… or so I thought.
I don’t know what exactly happened but somewhere, somehow, despite our “love,” we drifted.
Love.
To me you were everything.
Now you are just the one thing that fuels my pain and tears and regret.
As you pass, my heart hardens and my hand twitches.
Love.
I can’t believe I ever uttered the word, “love."
To the world it is everything.
It is the one thing that inspires songs and books and plays.
As it passes, hearts melt and arrows are shot.
I could still remember the first time that I uttered the word, “love.”
It was an ordinary day; one that can just be forgotten easily by the passing of days.
But as the word slowly escaped from my tongue and into the world, it struck me.
Love.
Everything then worked perfectly.
His hand and mine, together, were like pieces of puzzles that fit just perfectly.
Clasping each other; never wanting to let go.
It felt pure and real.
I was his and he was mine.
That was for sure… or so I thought.
I don’t know what exactly happened but somewhere, somehow, despite our “love,” we drifted.
Love.
To me you were everything.
Now you are just the one thing that fuels my pain and tears and regret.
As you pass, my heart hardens and my hand twitches.
Love.
I can’t believe I ever uttered the word, “love."
