"Do away with the drama", I told you midst the constant humming of people's voices around, that sweet fragrance of hookah in the air, keeping us warm; The raindrops working their way through the intricate jute shelter above us. You sat there contemplating whether or whether not to kill me today. I agree, I don't exactly define the word 'nice' but my words pierce through your skin with a flame of honesty , I would never deny. 'WHAM!' you slam me right across the left cheek; In your head, it all seemed so easy. But look at me sitting, with my guard up, somehow still holding on to that delicate light, am your biggest weakness. It's me that always puts your head way across that paddy field.
You make leaps and bounds with my hand in yours, pull out the fangs of darkness consuming the epitome of happiness that comes with life as it is. But you know that if you held on too long, the poison would kill the both of us without a second to spare or that proximal bit of joy that you see beyond the pain and anger in my eyes.
What would you do if you were in love and your strength and weakness was all the same thing?
