Feelings are strange

Feelings are strange

They are constant

They make up everything

What you do

Who you see

What you want

Or what you need

They can be sweet

Or they can be deadly

Passionate

Or passive

They can stay for a long time

Or get smashed shortly after they come alive

I feel very deeply

I think deeply

I breathe deeply

Every thing I do

And everything I say or think

Has a considerable strain of thoughts right behind it

It was all strategized 

Calculated

And planned out

My emotions change very quickly

One minute I’m up

The next time I’m down

They are constantly flipping around

the one thing that always stays the same

This is how I feel for people

When I meet someone that I like

I dive in and become enraptured

Always planning out how to get closer

Or how to make them like me

I don’t see that as a bad thing

And I never admit that

But I wear my heart on my sleeve

And sometimes it is ripped off

Shredded into pieces

By just a single word

Rejection

When you are rejected, you feel embarrassed 

Humbled

And sad

But I pick it up

And try again

Only for it to be ripped off

Over and over again

When will it be my turn

When will someone hold my heart as their own

Feel my feelings like their own

Enter twine with my emotions

And not string me along