Black

love with you...? it's rolling hills of red mist, impossible to stroll through, sticking to every piece of me

love with you isn't normal. it's quick and fast and passionate, and every i want...but that's it, once it's over, it's over, and i don't exist any more.

love with you is like...cool breezes on hot days. here for a moment, enjoyed immensely, then gone with the wind, you've slipped through my fingers again.

love with you is what i've taught other people.

love with you is pain.