What's this? I'm not supposed to believe in this.
This thing, this romantic myth.
It's for teenagers, not intelligent adults;
just chemicals in the brain,
tried once, never again.
I was quite certain. Until now.
But here it ******* is.
Right before my eyes these last weeks.
This girl - so crazy for me,
and. I. can't. stop. thinking. of. her.
Her tongue in my mouth, the deep brown of her eyes.
Sugar rush of my ******* against her angel body.
We cry when it's time to part. We are in deep.
The instant she's gone I am aching for her again.
My heart trying to pull from my body to find her.
It's sweetness and pain, I feel so **** alive.
I'm scared. Scared it can't be real,
that it won't last.
But I believe in her and trust her,
with the zeal of the convert now.
I'm dropping all my defences,
taking this second chance and running with it.
Mar 19, 2016
Mar 19, 2016 at 5:37 PM UTC
What's this? I'm not supposed to believe in this.
This thing, this romantic myth.
It's for teenagers, not intelligent adults;
just chemicals in the brain,
tried once, never again.
I was quite certain. Until now.
But here it ******* is.
Right before my eyes these last weeks.
This girl - so crazy for me,
and. I. can't. stop. thinking. of. her.
Her tongue in my mouth, the deep brown of her eyes.
Sugar rush of my ******* against her angel body.
We cry when it's time to part. We are in deep.
The instant she's gone I am aching for her again.
My heart trying to pull from my body to find her.
It's sweetness and pain, I feel so **** alive.
I'm scared. Scared it can't be real,
that it won't last.
But I believe in her and trust her,
with the zeal of the convert now.
I'm dropping all my defences,
taking this second chance and running with it.
