What's this Love called?
the one where I fall in love,
because he loves me more,
where he chooses me over and over,
four years none the less,
and,
and I didn't know of this existence 'til recent?
What's this type of love,
where he holds my body,
like,
like it's his trophy, he's holy grail,
where he speaks to my soul,
by the way he kisses me, the way he caresses me,
Where is this Love from,
Where,
where I don't feel pressured for life,
everything seems to just be,
where my laughs aren't forced,
my anger isn't constrained,
and he understands it,
completely,
this type of love, is foreign, fragile, near perfect,
the intensity and calmness,
its,
its surreal.