i love You like a building that
loves the ground so fiercely that it sets itself on fire.
Just so it can become closer to the dirt.
i love You like ashes love the wind for scattering them.
I love you like sparks love skin:
They keep themselves small so that when they kiss your skin, it will only tickle.
But i am convinced that all things end. i am too intelligent to believe that
forever can ever happen to me.
One day You will wake up and instead of meeting my lips like a fusion reaction,
your heart will implode, and suck the life from your bones.
You will become a black hole and
no longer want to hold me.You willfinally notice all the things that should have bothered you from the beginning:
my busy teeth and too much talking and endless questions regarding things you dont care about and occasional bursts of violence and you will say i am sick of you, puuting me in poetry! and i will be left holding matches and gasoline and your words will be my kindling.
im sorry im so preoccupied by the idea of you leaving that it makes this dream hard to believe in
