She has always been there
for me, and I for her

Should I risk what I have with
her now just so I can get her onto
the bed in the next room and unzip
the jeans that have separated me and
her since the beginning of us?

My lust and desire crave for something
more than just a friendly goodbye at every
single occasion and time that is spent with just
me and her.

Should I make do like a kamikaze pilot that
prepares for a bombing he knows he’ll
die in?

Should I treasure what I have now or treasure
what could’ve been?

All I know is that suicidal love always
gets all the action no matter how
things play out.