I don’t know what balance feels like.
I don’t cry, I pour my eyes out until they’re swollen.
I don’t smile, I radiate a glow that can easily blind you.
I don’t get angry, I turn to fire and burn everything around.
I don’t have sex, I merge into your being, passionatly penatrating your heart.
I am a complex being.
Won’t you write your PhD on how you tamed my heart?
