This isn’t the kind of love, you dream about
It is something you didn’t think could exist
It’s staring at you, digging into you, calling you
And you try and run away, pretend it’s just like
every other love you’ve seen, every other one
you looked at and analyzed until you lost hope.
You run, because love, has started to feel
like nothing but an idea with chemical reactions
See, this feels like science, it feels like some
thing you can find reason to, and solve.
But nothing about this is logical, but our
chemistry, and the emotions that come with
every look, every touch, every smile, every word.
Nothing about this makes sense, so you run.
You dive into your pool of masochistic thoughts
You try to swim, but you don’t realize, you are
drowning, drowning in self-doubt, self-hatred.
So let him look at you again, let him remind you
why you fell in love with him in the first place.
Let him overwhelm you with emotions again.
Surprise yourself with your own love for him.
Let it sink in and dive out over and over again;
Because this feeling, will never make any sense.
You will never know exactly why you love him
You will never know why or how your heart
beats, are in sync with one another.
You will only know that you do, and as much
as you try and run away from the fact,
he loves you, like you love him, with
out reason, without thought, without pride.
