Their touch hits you like a thorn

With the energy of a flame combined with the softness of a petal

You begin thinking, what more could there be?

What more could they be?

It is like a fantasy in repeat but it does not last long before you scream

Full of hatred and confusion

It is a shame you still have attachment

Regardless of every pull and push

You stand alone questioning

What is healthy and ardor?

They could kiss you in every space but please god

Please god let them understand

Understand the pain, illusions, devotions

Everything that I am

 

What is a healthy romance?

Is it the moment where you feel like an army is roaring in your heart?

Is it the color of their hand stuck in your skin, so much deepness that it turns gray?

Is it the feeling of constant lust?

Or is it loving in a desert, not knowing the definition of every way?

Is there any way?

 

“Because I love you” is an ignorant phrase you use to get inside of me

You should know better

Not everything is that easy

Is every meaning rotting inside of you?

 

Everything starts slow

So sudden

Your approach could seem as

True love at first sight

Or a friendly stranger

Time would have to pass

Still between minutes and seconds

It would feel like a dream

Maybe at that time it would feel like we cannot get enough

Passing time would tell me what you are

If you stay maybe I could tell you

If you stay we should be healthy

Healthy would mean

You grabbing my hand

You laughing with me

You yelling over little things

You crying over big problems

And me being there to wrap my arms around you

“Because I love you” would be the reason of us

The effect of being together