Love is an Arms Race

Writing about more relationship complications...

I taste her on my lips-
Sometimes she's bitter regret,
Sometimes she's sweet hope.
I can't make up my mind,
Like a young adult,
Still figuring out what he wants to commit too,
In a society that pressures you to choose quickly.
She's in an arms race with me,
Sometimes I think I can out do her and leave her behind me,
But then she always comes back, more ferocious,
With passion that can make my spine tremble like an earthquake.
She's got me addicted,
No therapist can help me get over her,
Because their vocabulary has nothing to explain what it is I feel for her.
It's not lust-
In all honesty, even I don't know what it is.
But she's pulling me in like a magnet,
And I can't resist when she clings onto me,
Rearranging my mind with tempting "mmm's" and "oh's",
Taking my heart and calling it her own.
This is the only time I've never felt bad about being robbed.
The only time I've never felt bad about being pushed down,
And pinned, and scratched, and bit, and ending up covered in sweat.
But what I don't like is the feeling that this won't last.
That I'll just end up in the trash,
That she's just wearing a mask,
That after the task of cracking me to say "I love you too",
She'll disappear into the blue,
With my heart in her backpack,
Underneath my notebook scribbles of "I miss you's" and "This is real, right?"
Inhale...
Exhale...
Don't let it grow stale.
Romance is a game of chess,
Learn to play it right.
So in this push-to-shove competition,
To see what we're truly made of,
We'll continue testing waters until we see sharks.
Until we both show each other our poker hands,
Until we both can allow the other into deeper territory,
We'll keep playing this game of love...
With fingers ready on the 'launch' buttons.

Reviews

[Amy]

Ok I'm going to say exelent I never get sickof reading your work and this one it mo ecseption wonderfully penned

[Rose Tyler]

Yet again an excelent piece. Another affair....?