I don't get it.
I don't understand the concept of love.
Butterflies would flutter in our stomachs,
Cheeks turn as red as a tomato,
Our heart beats like there's no tomorrow.
Our eyes only focus on that person,
Dreamily staring at their beauty.
Even if they're staring at someone else.
We would do anything for them.
We would starve ourselves.
We'd do our best to look attractive.
We even stalk them.
Our hearts would get broken,
Realizing that they'll never like you.
You've destroyed yourself now.
Love is blind when you let yourself
Be wrapped around your own desires.