Young Love.


In the form of a woman;

She takes my breath,

My tears,

My laugh.

She takes my bones,

My soul,

My heart.

But she too takes my mind,

Turns it to goo.

I never realised

It was so easy to lose.

Now I’m a mess

Angry and sad

Depressed and anxious

Raving mad.

How can she make me

So happy,

So sure,

And then

So glum,

And so insecure?

And all at once

I’m feeling these things,

The twisted emotions

That young love brings.