Love Is Not

 Love is not supposed to hurt,

it's not supposed to starve my 

body and my brain

and leave me feeling lethargic.

Love is not supposed to burn,

like embers falling down on my skin

or like cigarette smoke filling my lungs,

with no escape, my stomach is now

an empty pit.

Love is not supposed to be lonely,

never hearing my own voice anymore

over the phone,

and not being able to look into his eyes,

in his car, when we're alone.

Love is not supposed to leave a bad taste in my mouth,

or swollen lips, wanting to brush my teeth

but I just can't get the feeling cleaned 

out.

Love is not supposed to be loud,

while my voice

and heartbeat start to 

get quieter.