Child. When I fall - I crash.
I am a hopeless romantic.
You set me racing through the atmosphere like a ******* asteroid and soon I am bound to hit the ground.
Boom! Fireworks!
Dust of our poems like the sweat of our bodies melting into one and lifting up to the stars above.
Except child, the stars will never manage to match the brightness with which we shine.
A spark, a supernova being born when our hands touch.
I am scared to imagine what will happen when our lips touch…
‘cause child…
Big Bang itself would not amount to the explosion of passion that our kiss will produce.
So darling, in short, I am being drawn to you, like in to a black hole
and oh darling…
I don’t intend to resist it.