I love you,
the kind of love
that I don't understand
the kind with
no explanation

I shouldn't
but I do

The kind of love
that is locked inside our phones
to be sent via messages

The kind of love
that only breathes on our What Ifs
and is dead when confronted

Are we scared?
Not destined, maybe?
Why can't I seem to stop?
You remind me of everything too much.

What if We loved,
the kind of love that makes all things possible?