And it's petrifying what you do to me,
Such pain and emotion,
Such intensity.
And oh, how excrutiatingly beautiful our love is,
And terrifyingly blissful my skin feels when we lock lips.
Our love,
Oh vivacious and monstrous it may be,
Our love is something to be cherished indeed.
The feeling, a pulse that constantly beats,
When our hearts interlock,
I must admit defeat,
Defeat to this hot, nerve-racking feeling which attacks my cerebrum,
And a toxic it reflects, poisons release them,
And as I bite my lip as I stare into your eyes,
I consider our psychotic love,
One I admire and despise.
