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Love

/ləv/

verb
1. feel a deep romantic or sexual attachment to (someone).

This runs deep,
Like religiously deep .
Like I will drown if you don't come get  me .
It's feeling a little empty in here.

I remember I lived in fear of anything close to the opposite.

I remember when I use to feel alone in a room full of people till you walked in.

Stealing my heart as if it was yours,
Controling the rythm as if my death
Could only be your hands .
Your hands warm enough to change my tone.

Cold .
To every soul that wasn't you
Was truth personified
I went blind trying to find you
In one night stands, 7 minutes in heaven, and ground zeros
Wondering if I'd ever live up to the hero I am in your eyes.

I cut ties.
Listening to all the wrong people
As if they could ever be equal to the main stream sequels of affection you gave me .

But lately they feel a little hazey;
Almost, like they were there only for a second
Till they turn into background.
Noise that was always there,
But got loud to seem bigger than her.

Drawing more sense to their words.
When they are confusion left in the brain full of contusions .
Nonfunctional in the day to day,
Yet ready to crash in any chance that didn't involve them.

Shame how that same sense somehow
shattered under the weight of your shadow.

Crushing them like they were caterpillars under our giants.
Never only in our dreams, wouldn't you agree that it's time to change scenes.

Let's make a different frame,
Change another angle
Choose a better aim.
One that keeps us both in view.

Yea it's true we could both use a little room,
and life is just a line in this script meaning confused.
Yet if we practice our moves , and smile every time we're in view. I promise their be no stronger words than I /ləv/ you.