Every little bit
Of our bodies
Fit
Together.
We were made for each other.
But sometimes I can’t breathe
When you’re near,
Though more often when you’re not.
When I fall in love, I fall in hard.
Elated and anxious at once,
I fear both being smothered and rejected.
How can that be?
Because I want you to smother me.
And so I wonder
If the treacherous journey
Has already begun.
So I step back,
Take a breath,
And ask myself:
Is this love,
Or just lust?
I ponder the difference.
Is one better or worse?
Or are they the same
With a different name?
Maybe it’s both.
Love and lust.
I love you.
I lust you.
My life in your hands.
It’s hard to be vulnerable
When a lifetime of loving too much
Leaves me weary.
Yet still I fall,
Just like the last time,
Finding courage, somehow, where little remains.
Of our bodies
Fit
Together.
We were made for each other.
But sometimes I can’t breathe
When you’re near,
Though more often when you’re not.
When I fall in love, I fall in hard.
Elated and anxious at once,
I fear both being smothered and rejected.
How can that be?
Because I want you to smother me.
And so I wonder
If the treacherous journey
Has already begun.
So I step back,
Take a breath,
And ask myself:
Is this love,
Or just lust?
I ponder the difference.
Is one better or worse?
Or are they the same
With a different name?
Maybe it’s both.
Love and lust.
I love you.
I lust you.
My life in your hands.
It’s hard to be vulnerable
When a lifetime of loving too much
Leaves me weary.
Yet still I fall,
Just like the last time,
Finding courage, somehow, where little remains.
Amanda Law