and off again situation
it's just striking a match
a tank of gas combination
but here i am again lighting it up
knowing that [he'll] just burn me
(Lady Antebellum, Love this Pain)
live is fickle. at one moment it envelops you in ardor, with a hunger impossible to allay. compelled by the unknown, the hunt remains unsatisfied (and yet gratifying). and just as it seems you will parish in a whirl of passion and desire, the radical desire dissipates. in its shadow you lay, striped and deserted- an empty core- expected to go on living your life.
return to me passion, infuse in me a zeal
a purpose which endures, a love worth tears
and a half equally rapt
-but i can't walk away-
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