It's getting under a blanket on a day when the windows are frosted,
Nothing but the soft fabric and the warmth that swims through you.
It's listening to your favorite song on repeat, not getting tired of it,
Filling your heart with the pleasure of hearing a familiar tune.
It's capturing time, replaying your favorite memory over and over,
The way you smiled, felt limitless, the way you finally felt peace.
It's getting up in the morning to the sound of a lark in an oak tree,
It lulls you softly, but excites you because the day is just beginning.

But it also feels like someone takes your heart out and beats it,
It still pounds and pounds in your chest, taking its slow, painful time.
It's a roller coaster ride with all the upside downs, steep drops, loops,
And you never liked roller coasters, becoming sick, claiming you're fine.
It's the person you grew up with losing interest in you after a while,
Telling you they love you, but then the calls and texts stop showing up.
It's like when you look in the mirror and you don't see yourself anymore,
A person in a body that isn't good enough, you can't move, you're stuck.

It's being in love. 
In love with someone you know will never love you back.