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Your love was dangerous.
Captive in the dark gaze of a thousand lives, a thousand experiences that I was dying to discover.
I will be inconsiderate when discarding every insipid useless sensation that will have nothing to do with you.
It won't matter, I swear, your languor or my fieryness, nor the smile tattooed on my face, your frightening gaze.
I faint at the thought of your cold hands, I will cry when you are not with me, intolerant I will grumble at everyone who dares to approach me without you by my side.
I have fallen in love with something that will never be mine, and I painfully accept that your limbs on, around me will cause forbidden sensations, unrecognizable pain, apathetic to consolation.
I will sob just like your cello when being abused, screaming string by string, as long as it is your hands holding my body, I will sing note and harmony that you want to produce in me.
Because your musical, lethal, poisonous, permanent love will make involuntary movements in my bowels.
You have hypnotized me, and I am such an idiot I am just a loyal dog that will hurt your way and protect until death. Now I'm only yours, for you.
Your winter love teaches me eternity.
My partner for life, my other half.
I know that if it is not a dream, it will be my reality, calm, ephemeral, eternal, indelible, bold.
How can I describe my feelings, my soul that all it wants is to give?
I will seek, after our death, your spirit to love, love you even after our departure, never cease my adoration.
You put a spell on me, black witch, but put a spell on me again, I beg you, what a torture it is to live without your dark witchcraft sweetening my heart.
Because I will only be complete when your body touches mine and we merge in laborious death.
What does it matter, sex, kisses? Your smell is reason enough to breathe.
addicted
Your love is an addiction.
I'm addicted because of you
and now you are also my rehab.
What am I but beloved?
I love you when you look at me, because the wind shuts up, the moon doesn't howl, the sun no longer shines.
I love you when you talk, because my blood stops.
Tasting you is an everlasting pleasure, and I feel like I'll never have to eat again.
What am I but beloved?
I love you every day.
I love you every day.
We love the other, because not even life will last as long as the shadows of the past.
Heavy shadows, like those of love.
Clumsy are we, that nothing or nobody matters to us.
I love you, my lover.
I will love you, for I am your beloved.
-Enid Sinclair.