It's extremely dangerous to get so close to someone.
You don't know what to expect or what's gonna come out of it.
You start spending more and more time with them until you feel weird if you're not with them.
They make you laugh, they make you smile, they make you wonder how you lived so long without them.
But then things seem to change.
They know so much about you- or at least think they do- that they stop trying to learn more.
They stop trying to be more involved in your life.
They just settle for where you guys are at now.
And it ***** for the person that wishes the other would give more effort.
It ***** because it's not how it used to be.
No more laughing at everything, no more catching yourselves smiling at eachother.
Everything seems so routine and dull.
No life
No excitement
No more feeling.
Just a settle for how things are now.

I need to write
you a love poem.
Not with
chocolates and roses.
But with firey passions
and intensity.

So intense you
Will need to sit down
as you read it.
So strong it burns
with passions you crave.
Causing your face to blush
In secret sinful thoughts.
Thoughts that slow
the time to a crawl
Before you will
share your bed
with me once more.

Words that tear
at your clothes
like an ardent lover.
Words that will
leave us as naked
as newborns.
Burning in fires
that are as
old as time itself.

You will be standing
at the edge
of a pit of flame
so dangerous we will
hold each other
in hard embrace.
So that we do not
fall into its
raging inferno.

She lends her pen,
to thoughts of him,
that flow from it,
in her solitary.

For she is his poet,
And he is her poetry.*

-Lang Leav