I'm just saying

love
is where you wrap up your head, heart and other organs
in a package, tie it with a ribbon and
hand it to someone for safekeeping.

Sometimes,
when you're really unfortunate.
The package got return to sender and
you feel like everything is messed up
going back to the wrong places,
for the wrong reasons.

It's ironic
When you get it back, somehow it hurts
way more than when you're giving it away.