I love your messy hair.. You make it hard not to stare.. Sharing a sandwich and you bite where I bit its like we kissed.. You little cute shit.. Lemme smell you.. Lemme have this moment.. How can i help you?? I want you happy and safe.. Would you like a long green seedless grape or 2? Or 3 or 7 or cake? A cookie.. I want to scratch you Gently where you can’t reach.. So you don’t have to stretch your own arms Uncomfortably.. Enter my embrace.. I smile thinking about your face.. Its a gift that I have someone like you to miss.. I can’t lie to you if I tell you everything I think.. Your eyes.. There’s no food or WiFi in my heart, But you’re welcome inside.. Anytime.
If love is a drug
then it follows it is possible to overdose
what is the safe dose
between Gift and Poison?
sometimes they are one and the same
my love is toxic
but it tastes of honey
you may not notice
it ruin you slowly.
I propose the following litmus test:
if you would not do something while sober, but do it while high
you may need to ask yourself - why?
why the distance, why the discrepancy?
And when it comes to love - think similarly.
Love is a choice - that initial spark