your love is promised
your love is awaiting release
your love is a built-in, pre-programmed feeling
that is set ablaze by a brazen touch
or a whispered word
or a flash of blonde hair through whipping winds
your ability to love is inherent, readily-available
it lies a dormant spark
yearning for it's inevitable explosion
my love is a convincing illusion
my love is betraying and fleeting
my love is just attachment gazed upon through a smokey mirror mistaken as love
i don't have that rose-coloured switch
not for you
you can sing me to sleep
you can press warm skin to mine
you can gift me the stars
and it's silence
i will never explode like you do
and i am sorry
