Love

"I love you."

Just three words

From your mouth.

Three innocent words.

And I'm happy

You said them.

Because I want

To say them

Back to you.

"I love you."

Just three words

From my mouth.

But it took

All my willpower

To say them.

"I love you."

Three dangerous words.

No, just one.

Only one word,

In the middle,

Is truly dangerous.

Love in books

Is always something

Good, no, wonderful.

Something supposed to

Be the peak

Of one's life.

But in reality,

Love is dangerous.

Love consumes you.

It always makes

You want more.

It leads to

Not happy feelings,

But bad ones.

Love brings fear.

Fear of losing

Your loved one.

Of losing you.

Fear of incompetence.

Of not being

Good enough, or

Pretty enough, or

Not deserving you.

Because you deserve

So much more.

Love brings fear

Because to me,

Love is scary.

I'm scared of

Love because I'm

Scared to be

Hurt by you.

Scared that it

Won't end well.

To have all

My hopes raise

Only to fall.

Love brings jealousy.

I've heart that

No love is

Complete without a

Touch of envy.

I already felt

Jealous of all

The other girls

Before a crush

Even became love.

I can't imagine

How I'll feel

Seeing you around

Other prettier, smarter,

More perfect girls,

Even if you're

Only asking them

If you can

Borrow their eraser.

Love brings guilt.

I feel guilty

Because I know

That I should

Leave you forever,

End it while

I still can.

But I can't.

Because I'm so

Amazingly, abnormally selfish.

Because I just

Can't let go.

I will also

Always feel guilty

Because I will

Always feel like

I tricked you

Into loving someone

Who's not me.

Better than me.

Because I'm not

The girl you

Think you love.

Love brings confusion.

I don't know

What to say,

What to do,

How to act

When you're around.

Should I talk

Openly and honestly,

Even if I

Reveal things that

I would rather

Stay unknown forever?

Or should I

Skip over things,

And only show

My best side?

And what about

The other one?

The other boy?

What do I

Do with him?

Because even though

It's long over,

I can't stop

Thinking of him.

Am I supposed

To tell others

About what we

Have between us?

Or do I

Add it to

My never ending

List of secrets?

I don't know.

Love brings dread.

I dread the

Day this ends.

It will end.

Because something this

Good, something so

Amazingly, astonishingly perfect,

Will always end.

Just like how

Roses always wither,

Rainbows always fade,

Leaves always fall,

Snow always melts.

Beginnings always end.

It's just like

How the sun

Always sets after

Every single day.

How the moon

Will always disappear

After a cycle.

Just like how

Hearts always break.