I remember the first time I laid eyes upon you.
My heart raced with excitment,
palms sweaty,
nervous speech.
We exchanged out letters, snuck down to the river to see you.
Exchanged kisses and stories.
I remember asking myself... Is this lust or love?
The often confused quote.
I left home for you,
got engaged to you,
tried for kids with you,
wanted a life with you,
and never stopped.
Things began to fade... Lust or love? Lust or love, I would think...
I cornered myself with this question, never knowing the answer.
Now looking back...
Love.
Lust doesn't burn like this. Lust doesn't feel this way...
That question ruined us, and you don't even know.
You had no idea of this part of me,
how icy of me.
I'm cruel, i'm rude, i'm human.
Don't fall for lust.