Falling

Affection, could I truly understand it?

A flurry of dances past, and yet

No closer I am to understanding this, this

Curse

This gilded curse that draws my life in

And cuts it apart 

It’s a promise to uncertainty 

To months or years of grief

Yet, its allure is undeniable

I hope to possess it, but I too, fear it

The prospect of giving up control of myself 

Is a sour one, in the least

And yet, and yet!

I seek this flame that others call love

In the hopes of finding my hearth

The altar to which, I offer my soul

If falling in love is akin to falling asleep,

then I see myself falling into an eternal coma for you