I'm tripping like the alcohol in your brain. I want to be set free like the booze inside your veins. I want you to swallow up my pride and to commit to my neverending cycle of return to pain because I love you so. I never though I'd feel the red fury of yourself in me, but now I do, and now I feel committed to fall in love with you. I want to sink in your hair like smoke and I want my scent to be remembered forever. I don't want anyone else to ever get between this passion of you and me. You are the fire angel of my heart and you set a thunder storm of thought concerning whether or not if I should actually move and mobilize or not. You spark the fire in my heart.
You are the single consuming thought in my head right now. You are like the pen in hand, so smooth and loving corroding all the pain and singlehandedly starting a love inside my heart.
"And your love kickstarts again"
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i am speechless.
ReplyDeletethis captures the near obsession of love, and i get it.
wow.
I think that at one point or another.. everyone must relate to the obsession of love, and the passions that seeps through, calling out to attain their loved one. sadly enough, some probably feel it more often than others.
ReplyDeletethank you. seeing your words concerning anything I write immediately gives me a sense of familiarity - a sense of camaraderie, as you would say. it's a little tug in a lonely world to let me know that I'm not alone.