In love with you

I was in love with you in the condemned ways, the first cigarette and shot of the night. Every voice is screaming wrong and there is blood on your hands before it all begins.

Still, I persist 

It’s easy to see that I followed you in a blind way, without asking and with a trust long lost time ago. It was children play what we are doing, saying left and going right.

If someone asked: “Why?” You couldn’t give them an answer as you never stopped to ask me for one.

I was with you because of the way it felt, your hand on my back. The warm smile and the roll of your tongue with my lonely R. The Why, was because of how I could breathe when I was with you.

Yet, there was a price.

Your silence, your games and your moaning of the right name with other. I was in love with you in the way a monk shakes its head and mothers warn us about. That no army could hold me back and I was a firm believer. The dying kind. 

I was in love with you in the form, that woke up the mind and didn’t let me choke on my pride and let you walk over me. It was in my head held high and a firm stand when you behaved like a child.

In the way, that fire and gasoline explode.

T.A.