Pain That Hits The Veins Poem by Shielahmae Baguec

I love the way a man walks with his hands on pocket
I love the way he sits and rests his leg on the other
I love the way he smiles
But it hurts to see him do it to another

My tears fall straight down to where it could end,
leaving a wet trail on my face
As mark of the lonely days

Irregularly breathing...
Unimaginably daydreaming...
Seeming to be slightly insane...
Wanting the day to end up easily...

I know that love is from the heart
Not dictated by the brain
But when my blood seems to stop from flowing,
It only means that pain had hit my veins