My stomach feels like an empty pit,
filled with shadows, when I see you.
My chest clenched tightly in pain.
Eyes, my traitorous eyes, why cry?
I grasp onto myself, and try not to fall.
I feel sick. I feel faint, I feel numb.
I found myself change, once anxiety got me.
I am agitated now, I can't sleep as well.
My stomach used to be butterflies, turned into
wasps who angrily stab me internally.
The feelings I feel, the ones that my heart beats.
Hurts now, it aches. If this isn't love, then what is it?
I feel pain, and love is painful to bear a lot of times.
Is this love?
I ask myself this question every single time I see you.
Is this love? Are you suppose to remorse that a person
hurt you? Are you suppoesd to play along with the scene.
My heart hurts, my chest hurts. Is this love?
Is this love?