Today you said you'd always love me.
And you didn't ask for my naked *******,
or my submissive body beneath silk sheets.
You didn't even ask for my loyalty.

It's hard to believe the tragedies that
we've brought to life before this moment.

I've always wanted a relationship to be dangerous.  
Call it my penchant for self-harm, or my need to feel victimized,
but I crave love a that could burn down towns, destroy lives.
Passion isn't safe, it takes causalities.

People spend so much time balancing,
looking at their feet and trying not to fall.
We are brought up to believe that pain
should be avoided at all costs,
but what if your happiness lies
just beyond the thorn bush?

I won't claim to be fearless.  
It seems that I am constantly caught
between apprehension and regret.
My indecision is a wall
that very few would dare to scale,
but your words are building me a harness.

The other side is surely filled with storms.
Treacherous animals that would seek to tear me limb from limb.
There may be *** holes and misleading signs,
long stretches of greedy quick sand.

But, then again,
no one remembers journeys
that were effortless.