Love: In It's Twisted, Controlling Ways

I have one thousand limbs

being twisted,
and pulled in one thousand and one directions.

My stomach fails to stop tying itself in knots

much trickier to untie

than the Scouts variety.

My heart pounds so fast,

its uncontrollable at the sight of him.

or is it at the sight of him?

Blink. Blink. Shake head.

Forget him.

Who decides what love is anyways?

Who gets to chose if this love i feel is real?

It is real! It is!

i think.

uh oh, my limbs are being stretched again.




My mind is spinning,

hold on tight.

Life's a bitch,

or so they always say.

I disagree with they,

LOVE'S A BITCH!

weird poem, from the brilliant mind of Elizabeth. Liz out.