I think love,
for as much of it as I've felt
is nothing more than drawing
lines and watching someone
beautiful cross every single one
Building walls and watching someone
understanding knock down every single one
It's sending your guards home
Opening your gates
Forcing your eyes to focus
on this person's face
even when they're begging to shy away
Choosing their voice over sleep
And their hands over warmth
Because suddenly
the world makes so much sense
Or no sense at all
And you're deeply deeply
passionately depressed while you are
simultaneously experiencing a happiness
much closer to euphoria
It's unrealistic
It's illogical
It's terrifying
But you feel so much safer than
you ever have in your life
And all of those feelings together
outweigh the possibility of the
worst heartbreak you could
ever wrap your head around
You're never bored
Or uncomfortable
You'd do anything to stay right where you are,
no matter the conditions
as long as your love stays right there too
But you're tortured by that
shaking voice in the back of your skull...
The one that says
Nothing lasts forever
And you swear even after all the
Hell you've been through
It's this that will be the final death of you