"never love a dancer,
because they shower you with the most exciting kind of love.
you'll remember the way their body swayed and rolled as the music played in the background, it didn't even matter to you which song, because they could give any song life,
you'll remember the fluidity they pour into each step they take, and you'll worship the ground they gently fall on to get back up just as easily,
you'll remember every step that they hit with grace and elegance, as they performed for thousands to see,
you'll remember the slow dance you did in the kitchen, late at night, drunk off each other, mindlessly holding each other.
you'll hate yourself for never being able to listen to a song again without thinking how they would've choreographed it, how their body would've welcomed every tune.
their best performance, being at night, body on top of yours, moving to a rhythm you both set, as soft sighs and grunts fill your home.
but just like they stomp to a heavy beat, they'll stomp on your heart, and leave you with bruises that never heal just like the blisters on their feet.
never love a dancer,
because you get so lost in them and their flowing body, you'll feel too crippled to move with anybody else"
-k.v.
