I honestly believe that when God was making humans, he put our body parts together and said; “if these two souls should ever meet, their passion and addiction for each other will be deadly.”
The infatuation I have with your body and the things you do to mine is out of control.
I feel like it’s a test; that if something can be this good, then what the hell am I doing distancing myself from it?
What exactly am I doing?
Why are the roles reversed?
Why am I always the one to turn around and say there’s trouble on the horizon?
Why do I have this terror inside me when I spot any sign of a need for commitement?
What am I running from?
Who am I running to?
You stagger me at every step, but there are so many steps to the top that I think I would rather turn around and go back down again.
Your effect of me is astounding and continuing the climb is just as daunting as giving up and taking the risk that no one will ever make me feel this way again.
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