Is this what it's like to be in love,
To be in a muddled confusion
And to have a warm feeling
In the pit of your stomach
Almost like the feeling you get
When you're about to vomit?

Is this what it's like to be in love,
To be around that special someone
And to feel as if your mind is like
A humble, red strawberry
Plunged in ice and milk
And spun on liquefy
Until there's nothing left but pale pinkness?

Is this what it's like to be in love,
To give and to take and to give again
Until you have nothing left,
Not even your senses,
Leaving you dazed and strange
Floating in nothingness
As you lie out on grass
Beneath a champagne supernova?

Is this what it's like to be in love,
To have your brains smashed out
On the first and last kisses
And to have your mind blown
By an utter stranger
Who will forget you
Not a week later?

If this is what it's like to be in love,
To have everything stolen from you
Including your heart, your soul, and your every thought
And to have them sliced, diced, chewed up,
Dissected, and spit back out onto the cement
To decay like chewing tobacco
While he tastes the tender lips of another,
Then I'd like to leave my soul, my heart, and my mind
Untouched and pure of that peculiar feeling.

Never, I say!
Never will I taste the bitter-sweet fruits
Of loving and losing and loving again!
Never will I allow myself to be in that dangerous cycle
Of highs and lows caused by that drug sold by Cupid.
Never will make my vows to a man
Who will only part from me a few years later
With a few words from a divorce lawyer.
If this is what it's like to be in love:
To have your entire entity torn apart by a few words
Then perhaps it's better to have never loved at all.