You cannot have me.

– You cannot have me.

– Why?

Because my love burns.

You will not stand the heat.

My love will eat you alive, it will consume you like a never ending flame.

My love will break you into a million pieces and then put you back together, piece by piece. You will feel one and all at the same time, being like a star, exploding, a beautiful supernova on her way to becoming a nebula.

My love will put you down, kneeling, defeated, but my love will also raise you to the skies. My love is like a summer rain, heavy, pouring, getting through your clothes, touching every inch of your skin, the dry land of desire. My love is a powerful wind, almost lifting you up from the ground, feeling weightless, being completely alive.

My love is the music playing in your happiest moments but also in your times of wildest fury. My love is not good nor bad, my love is the best and the worst. My love is ever demanding but abundantly giving.

My love is the bringer of thunderbolts, with chaos, pain and madness. But my love also inspires water springs burst forth, bringing life and joy wherever I may roam.

My love is a free Pegasus of the world.

My love is curious and tender

until you bend her.

listen to Michael Kiwanuka – Love & Hate and read this again.