FEATURED POETRY: A Riddle by Carla Caronongan

I make your heart skip a beat.

I make your cheeks blushing red.

All the love songs will make sense.

As well as the fairytales you read.

But I can tear your heart into pieces.

And be the reason for your bloodshot eyes.

You'll curse the radio and tear the pages.

Because I am why your songs turn into cries.

Who am I?