Foolishly In Love Poem by Anya Nikolaevna

Your mind is
buzzing
racing
bustling
rushing
battling
running
with thoughts.
Thoughts that drain
the life out of you.

You feel empty.
You are numb.
You have holes in your heart
left by past lovers
who you don't recognize anymore.

It's funny, isn't it?
One day, someone is your everything,
the next, he is a stranger.
Just another person you offered
your heart to.
Just another person
who destroyed it.

But you keep picking it up,
dusting it off,
and offering it to someone else,
hoping they would treasure it
and keep it warm and safe.

That poor heart of yours
will no longer exist
if you keep believing that
'the next one will be different'.

You are so full of love,
passion, tenderness,
naivety and stupidity.

That poor heart of yours
will rot, decay, deteriorate,
if you keep believing that
'love exists'.

You are foolish.