Loving you is dangerous.
Like playing with fire every time your hand brushes mine,
Heat licking up my arm, singeing my skin and charring my bones.
Blood dripping from open wounds every time I kiss your jawline and cheekbones.
Collar bones stabbing me like broken shards of glass,
Piercing my skin like tissue paper.
Tearing and shredding, wolf's teeth fighting over the carcass of my heart.
Loving you is dangerous, but it is the safest I have ever felt.
