Everyone else seems to be in love
It radiates off them in sickly sweet clouds of fluff
Intoxicating my blood
Deafening my ears
The kind of toxic love that never ends well but somehow I still crave it
Young love
I want that story to tell my children
About when their dad was a crazy kid who really believed he knew what love was at 17
And then I'll turn to my partner and realise I was a naive child when it came to love
I may not know it all
But I know that one day I will
I just need to find the right person to teach me about it
Or maybe we'll learn together...
