i stop before
i begin to dismantle
us

i stop before
i begin to confess

i stop before
i begin to fall asleep

i stop before
i begin to listen

i stop before
i begin to move forward

because

i stop before
i begin to tell
you
i love you

a plague

it can be deadly
it can be invigorating

its what makes life vague
its more of a medley
very exhilarating  



an infective contamination


it makes everything deteriorate
famine will strike
and while all hope is lost
it still goes on


ones vitals decelerate
at the same time spike
roads will be crossed
and they will be awake before dawn


this disease


some call it death



with that same breath



i call it love
and all of the above

you are not
The reason
i write

you are not
The reason
i retain and disperse
my thoughts

you are not
The reason

for you
are only
merely
a stimulus

you are not
the reason

however,
the sense of safety

the person i become

the euphoria felt

when I'm talking to
you



is