Love.

Falling in love.

Lying to myself

that I would lose an arm for this one person.

Missing project deadlines

spending too much time with the same person.

Too good to be true,

The idea of being in love.


Falling in love.

A fake story I’m being sold, by the media

I blame them for everything else

I might as well call falling in love a conspiracy, by the media

A brilliant concept to distract your competition, distract society.

When your competition is getting close to winning,

you inject them with falling in love syndrome

and down they go, lost in lust, wrapped in someone else’s juice.

Thinking they’re in love.


Falling in love.

I think it means losing concentration,

My mind occupied by the thoughts of someone else.

So occupied, everything else looks dull, even the sun.

But I already have

too many things occupying my mind.

So much stuff that I try to sit still

to clear my head and relax my sprinting mind.

But people still choose to fall in love.

Adding more confusion to a mind that’s already bonkers.

Too many people buy into this confusion.

I feel left out.

I want to buy into the confusion too.

But it all seems so crazy.

I like some type of crazy,

But this kind of crazy is strange.

It’s like being high.

I want to be normal instead.


Falling in love.

I think it means someone choose me to love

But I have strong opinions

I like to do things I like

I don’t like to do things I don’t want to do

I’m selfish with my taste and

I don’t like to compromise too much

I’d have to give up most of me for the one who chooses me

I think I can. Maybe. I don’t think I want to.

I lie to myself that I’m prepared

But I don’t think I’m ready for love.

Not really.

I just fall in love every time with the idea of falling in love.


Falling in love.

I think it means choosing to be distracted by someone else

Just so I can have the pleasure of loving that someone else

And knowing that they choose to love me too

Even if my days get dull without them

And I can’t concentrate after meeting them.

They make me so happy but I was happy before I met them

Now I can’t wait to see them

Thinking how I ever survived without them

But I had a life before them

Quite an expensive trade off. It is.

Falling in love.


I like the idea of being in love

It feels good lying to myself

that I would lose an arm for this one person

I get to miss project deadlines

spending too much time with the same person

It seems too good to be true,

The idea of being in love.