More than I can handle.
But you wanted more?
Not like this.
Then how?
More love than lust this time and maybe less gusto.
Ah! So less what you think you want and more of what you actually want?
Exactly. Less pain and more passion.
And how will you respond when your heart breaks this time?
Well don't break it and I won't have to come up with an answer.
Hmm but if it happens anyway?
I'll sing. I'll write. I'll dance. I'll become the passion I've lost and sweep myself up in a hurricane of selfishness. I'll stomp in puddles and eat cake. I'll be me even when it rains. Love is a disease and I have a terminal case. I'll always want more than that which can be given so I'm extending my stay in paradise. A honeymoon filled with my own dreams and desires.
Think you're ready now?
I hope so! Here comes love on the horizon.
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Rainbows in the dark
PoetryA collection of my poetry, mostly my personal thoughts and feelings wrapped in the bones of something decaying.
