Absurdity of love
The nostalgia of my very first love scar Like an allegory of nothing and all the things Falling in love again Felt like the afterthought You look like a desire so unreal to me You haunted me.. Deeply like throes Kissing has been the only way to mark the lips Indeed, I want to kiss you so I can remember you in heaven Still, where is my first kiss? I know you want it too You and I are an oxymoron But the agony of loving and unloving has been my only way to you since the first gaze And so I wonder..!? Can't you see that I am standing here naked? And you are looking at me with amazement I wonder what kind of pleasure you feel? Is it strong enough to make you love me harder? Obsessively, like an illness I dare you to tell me something that will make me stop loving you. Although at this point you could destroy me and I'd still cry because you didn't kiss me before killing me. it's not just about the pleasure it's about fe...