What is love?
It is like the spider that bites after crawling along my skin,
The venom that seeps from its fangs, deep within my arm, spreading through the red sea that pours red around the wound,
The venom that burns like an invisible fire.
Causing your skin to boil and blister.
Oh how I hate the way that it has to be,
The fact that love isn't the definition of you and me.
Friends isn't where I want to be.
However I know that it will never happen.
But for love, I am a worthy combatant.
There will be no cure for the way I feel about you.
I'll keep striding, dangerously close.
But deep down, you know that...
I love the way it burns.
