I always admired the idea of being with someone
but not the actual action of it
comparison to suicide
the thought make love to my vessels
and my veins
and I proclaim that after you
my blood cells will never be the same
transfigured by your simple gestures
your sweet talk
and the veins that run through your hands
your smile that makes my stomach churn
and the words that make atoms burn

I sit in corners speaking to quietly
I dare not raise my voice
I just expect you to come to me-I let my frustration grow
love pains
when pain is the only
love, you know