"I guess that's why they call it puppy love."
This is dangerous territory. A wasteland of the damaged. He comes through playing pick and choose. We all take our turns and burn our numbers. We have no names. We barely have faces. He comes and leaves and shows no remorse. And we are eternally grateful.
*****
Sometimes when I close my eyes I can see the ground moving beneath me. As if I were running though a forest, I see my feet passing over fallen leaves. The question still remains, am I running towards something, or away? Other times, I'm flying over blinking lights. Realistically, this could be compared to jumping off of a high building in a city, but when I see it, I really am flying. Every direction, I speed forward and pass over lights of cars. If I could have it my way, I'd stay up there forever.
*****
Waking up during a long car ride to see that you're not home would usually be upsetting. For me, it was nothing short of fantastic. To see you smile at me every time I looked up at you was something heavenly. I'd do it all again, every second of it, if it was the only way I'd ever see you again.
When your eyes meet mine it's like seeing you for the first time. There's something so refreshing about your expressions, and I thirst for every drop of energy in your smile. I want to be one with you, inside and out.
Spirits collide like atoms and create a new energy, a mass of magic and wonder. I'll be dammed if I let anyone get in my way. I am the bullet sent through oppression and no target is safe. A phoenix rose from today's ashes.
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