When I'm with you, I feel volcanoes burst and lava run over popping candies and bits of fresh flowers. I feel stars crashing against each other on national highways and sparks fly to the nearby pond and eventually die. I feel dust settling in the craters that your body has magnificently carried since inception. I feel the blood flow on battlefields and words flow on blank sheets. I feel masterpieces being written in red and unread books being burnt and shred. I feel light unfold in a garb of you and wings being buried in the hefty snow. I feel meteors flashing as they skim through the night sky and flowers opening amidst a wildfire I feel everything so intensely, so deeply but ******* it, I'm allergic to dust and the mere sight of blood is enough to knock me out of my consciousness. But I feel each word, each syllable and each spark of a dying star. You often come close to me and I know physical closeness has never been my forte but when you touch my collarbones and breathe down my chest, you become my kryptonite. You're not my lighthouse, you're my storm and I've never felt happier drowning in rage of the tempest. And so today, I only wanted you to know that when I say I love you, what I really mean is that I wish there was a stronger word to describe us.