Flirting with Death

His very existence reminds me of mortality.
I find him beautiful and dark and intriguing.
In the was he calls my name so sweetly.
His voice is quiet.
And I know you don't like him.
But I can't help the polarity between us.
And the way I gravitate towards him.
Because ours is forbidden love.
He's a constant in my life now.
The way he pulls me toward me.
Especially when no one else is there for me.
It's rather extraordinary.
And I do believe I'd die for him.
Because the security that ensures me.
Is like something that has never been.
Offered to me before.
And I want to hold on to this love that I feel.
Even though I know it's not going anywhere.
Because I tamed the lion.
And instead of running off, as soon as the rope was cut, it just travels closer to my side.
So when I tell my friends about this boy with whom I've fallen in love with.
They seem shocked and scared.
Maybe it's because when he kisses me I run out of breath.
Or maybe it's because I'm flirting with death.
~e.l.