Love and Lust

What is love?
But a vulnerable sensation
Twisting your stomach into a thousand knots
That strangle the flock of birds, not
delicate butterflies,
That seem to be permanently residing within me
If you are near.

What is lust?
But a thousand cuts
Piercing a body
That both aches for the antiseptic
but dreads the stinging burn that awaits.

Love and lust, deemed as opposites by society,
Aren't as antagonistic in my
Heart.

Love
isn't
as pure,
Nor
innocent.
It doesn't make us
Invincible
Nor
Better.

Lust is
Harmful rather
than
Thirsty;
Toxic
Rather than
passionate.

Negative connotations are all there are
To these feelings that otherwise sound like bliss.
Because when your head and heart are a mess


It sends your soul into distress.

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