He sees her,
before she even knew him.
His eyes,
are like laser beams seeing through her.
Every inch of her.
Scanning,
knowing,
absorbing.
He loves her,
before she even knows what love really is.
His heart is so open she tests the space with every curse she throws at him,
testing him,
trying to move him,
further and further away from her.
He pulls her back.
Like an elastic band snapping on your skin.
He refuses to believe her.
Screaming,
Yelling,
Criticizing,
Every little part of him.
They bounce off him.
Like little kids on a trampoline.
That is what her words are to him,
kids
on a trampoline.
Small,
Childlike,
Innocent.
His hair so beautiful, so brown.
She runs her hand through them, not understanding how her heart can be so heavy and full.
So full,
of him.
His face burned so deep, she doesn't even need to close her eyes to look at him.
He's there,
He's always there.
An arms length,
a word,
a breath away.
Always there, he knows her like he knows the inside of his own mind. Her soul lays bare to him.
She is open, finally, just like him.
Love is mirage, It doesn't really exist. It gives you the illusion of being free,
Satisfied,
Complete.
Yet you are living in absolute dependency.
You can't breathe,
as if your lungs are dwelling in your lovers body.
You can't sleep,
Your muscles are no longer controlled by you brain.
You can't eat,
Food isn't what you crave anymore.
You are a parasite, feeding your soul by another soul.
Love is like an LSD trip that wont wear off as long as your lover is close,
Taking you on journeys that peregrinate from the revelations of your hearts and minds.
No, Love is not real.
It feels like a dream,
and just like in dreams, nothing bad really ever happens.
You always wake up,
just as you're about to fall.
You are jolted,
just as the monster is about to grip you.
Just like in Love, nothing bad really ever happens.
You are just fairy tales constructed in each others minds,
You aren't real,
until,
Everything is over.
You never realize the monster living in your lover,
until,
you fall,
your trip is coming down,
wearing off.
Love is not real. Its a drug,
So conveniently disguising its elusive charms,
letting and enchanting the unsuspecting naivete living in all of our hears.
Enthralling,
affixing,
addictive,
Unrelenting.
We always want more. One taste just isn't enough.
before she even knew him.
His eyes,
are like laser beams seeing through her.
Every inch of her.
Scanning,
knowing,
absorbing.
He loves her,
before she even knows what love really is.
His heart is so open she tests the space with every curse she throws at him,
testing him,
trying to move him,
further and further away from her.
He pulls her back.
Like an elastic band snapping on your skin.
He refuses to believe her.
Screaming,
Yelling,
Criticizing,
Every little part of him.
They bounce off him.
Like little kids on a trampoline.
That is what her words are to him,
kids
on a trampoline.
Small,
Childlike,
Innocent.
His hair so beautiful, so brown.
She runs her hand through them, not understanding how her heart can be so heavy and full.
So full,
of him.
His face burned so deep, she doesn't even need to close her eyes to look at him.
He's there,
He's always there.
An arms length,
a word,
a breath away.
Always there, he knows her like he knows the inside of his own mind. Her soul lays bare to him.
She is open, finally, just like him.
Love is mirage, It doesn't really exist. It gives you the illusion of being free,
Satisfied,
Complete.
Yet you are living in absolute dependency.
You can't breathe,
as if your lungs are dwelling in your lovers body.
You can't sleep,
Your muscles are no longer controlled by you brain.
You can't eat,
Food isn't what you crave anymore.
You are a parasite, feeding your soul by another soul.
Love is like an LSD trip that wont wear off as long as your lover is close,
Taking you on journeys that peregrinate from the revelations of your hearts and minds.
No, Love is not real.
It feels like a dream,
and just like in dreams, nothing bad really ever happens.
You always wake up,
just as you're about to fall.
You are jolted,
just as the monster is about to grip you.
Just like in Love, nothing bad really ever happens.
You are just fairy tales constructed in each others minds,
You aren't real,
until,
Everything is over.
You never realize the monster living in your lover,
until,
you fall,
your trip is coming down,
wearing off.
Love is not real. Its a drug,
So conveniently disguising its elusive charms,
letting and enchanting the unsuspecting naivete living in all of our hears.
Enthralling,
affixing,
addictive,
Unrelenting.
We always want more. One taste just isn't enough.
