You’re dangerous.
Not in a literal kind of way, like with knives and guns and chains.
No, never in that way.
You’re dangerous in the way you look at me.
Like you can see straight through my flesh and bones and down to the trenches I hide in.
You’re dangerous in the way your tone shifts when you speak to me.
Quiet. Soft spoken.
As if your words are only allowed in my ears. In my head. My heart.
As if I’m the only person meant to understand the language you speak.
You’re dangerous in your presence alone. Confident. Boisterous yet thoroughly contained under well defined lines.
A familiar soul wrapped in nostalgic imagery.
You’re dangerous in the way that feel so familiar and yet brand new all in one.
The way my soul, my very being, feels tied to your happiness.
Like the red string of fate grabbed me by the wrists and said to hold on tight.
Feb 28
Feb 28, 2026 at 3:56 PM UTC
You’re dangerous.
Not in a literal kind of way, like with knives and guns and chains.
No, never in that way.
You’re dangerous in the way you look at me.
Like you can see straight through my flesh and bones and down to the trenches I hide in.
You’re dangerous in the way your tone shifts when you speak to me.
Quiet. Soft spoken.
As if your words are only allowed in my ears. In my head. My heart.
As if I’m the only person meant to understand the language you speak.
You’re dangerous in your presence alone. Confident. Boisterous yet thoroughly contained under well defined lines.
A familiar soul wrapped in nostalgic imagery.
You’re dangerous in the way that feel so familiar and yet brand new all in one.
The way my soul, my very being, feels tied to your happiness.
Like the red string of fate grabbed me by the wrists and said to hold on tight.
