It's ironic how you're never meant to have the thing you need in its entirety and fullness.

If a plant receives too much water, it dies.
If we breath too pure of oxygen, we die.
If an animal over-feeds, it dies.

Then I guess it's a good thing that I don't have the whole of you.
But then it doesn't explain why I'm dying when I have none of you.

Morbidly wishful
of unloving you.
Drowning while I burn,
this is the death I've earned.

There are things metal made-of,

my heart is not one of them.

In the depth of the devil, I dared ask for a pebble,
turning that into gold, I’ll accept a trading cold.
A gentle penance of love forbid, her selfless commit.
But by attrition she is destroyed, playing as the devil’s toy.  
Love she has, a different form, love she want’s long gone.

I want to be scared
of how strong I feel
for you.
I want to love you
too hard.

Do you know how deep this root of
love,
lust,
must,
and desire
goes?
To the deepest of the suffocating depths
where gravity defies its purpose and
surrenders
to a greater pull.

I love you
with nothing,
and I hurt with everything.

I love you,
once and twice.
I love you,
each by each,
all in all,
entirely and absolute.