i don’t say ‘i love you’ to make someone hurt, to alienate or to cause a general feeling of awkwardness. i say ‘i love you’ because in my heart i feel it. because not saying it, hurts worse than anything that could be ever imagined. like cupid’s arrow piercing my heart feels much like a real arrow. the pain courses throughout my body in convulsions and with convoluted thoughts clouded and clustered about my brain. a pain like thousand tiny pin pricks and sword slashes upon my naked flesh.
Oh blighted heart, why must you torture me so? i clear away the cobwebs and clean out my heart. i allow myself to feel again after far too long only to be ripped apart and rendered useless. i was happy for fleeting moments. unfortunately, all at the expense of the object of my desires.
peel away all these façades and expose my true self. unburdened and unhindered by the puppet strings of the past. the cold stone walls crumple around my heart so i may see through to the green pastures, rolling hills, and the beauty of thine eyes. may God strike me down should i ever make those eyes cry.