Crap
Love is one of the most complicated emotions I have ever felt. It brings me up, yet drops me down; torturing me with it's silent sound.
The way it crawls over my heart, depositing tiny marks, that resemble the structure of electrical sparks.
How it keeps me awake, begging for goodness sake, to ease the pain, but remember the sensation of the throbbing revelation that created this complication.
Love may leave me confused but I promise that in my possession it will never be misused, refused to be abused, even if I only attain half of her - the joy will be suffused.
The way it crawls over my heart, depositing tiny marks, that resemble the structure of electrical sparks.
How it keeps me awake, begging for goodness sake, to ease the pain, but remember the sensation of the throbbing revelation that created this complication.
Love may leave me confused but I promise that in my possession it will never be misused, refused to be abused, even if I only attain half of her - the joy will be suffused.