I wondered these paths of love,
And I found him.
I found him I knew it was him right then and there,
But I couldn’t voice my opinion of the unbelievable, mystical and unique paradise that I’d imagined him in.

Days, weeks, months, years;
My feelings for him are oracular.
I don’t know what to do with them,
So I dispose of them by sending them to my mental recycle bin- that green and grey box-
Not knowing they would soon be restored.

And one day it happened.
He said something.
Something that made my cheeks swell with uncontrollable shyness and my heart illuminate with joy.
That shrunken icon of a red heart with dried veins transforms into this unbelievable red heart pumping love around the body.

My icon is restored.
Trouble strikes and,
My feelings as usual cause trouble
Now I ruin everything.
Back to the recycle bin.
My life is a mess now,
My heart has been shattered (again),
And now I have to pick up all the pieces -alone.