Writing #1

First piece of writing I had done in this form.. It's not one of the best but it's something.

How does someone feel love?
The moving monstrosity that tears any being apart at the wretched seams
is it good?
Or is it a death wish?
Will I fall for you and crack my head off the sidewalk
dripping crimson blood onto your scuffed shoes?
Or will I be held up in your arms
guided to the safety of the soft and soiled ground?
Maybe it will be neither
and you will leave my fragile shaking cold body
in the dark frosted woods
with no feeling left to grasp in my tiny scratched up hands.
Either way love is just a word
turned into a feeling.
And who knows.
Maybe “love” isn't even what you really feel.
But at least you felt something.