Thought, Consequence & Expectation

"The veins that weave through me, Make patterns underneath my skin, That spell your name, Do you think that's insane?"
- Monica Dogra

There was a time where I wrote words.I formed sentences.
I weaved verse.
Now I bleed.

Was it love?
Undoubtedly.

I know this because I hated him when he made me happy and I loved him when he made me sad. I know this because we could barely stand each other when we're together and we couldn't stand ourselves when we're apart. I know this because he's the only person I know how to be with. I know this because when people talk about love, his face comes to mind.

Now I surrender to you, I synchronize with the part of me that touches without thought, that kisses without consequence, that loves without expectation.
Now I am a surgeon, trying to cut you out of my brain before it's too late. But you coerce me like cancer, you multiply and mutate. You mark me with your teeth, you tease me with your tongue, you suck the air out of my lungs. You drain me of all that I am, till all that I am is desperation, desperate need of you.

I am not me without you anymore.
I want you.