~You know me, you know why~

It’s like fire. It’s rage: it blinds you, envelopes you, it throbs and burns and sings a song only you can hear. It’s like home, like nights spent talking of nothing in particular…you don’t even really remember about what, you just remember the sound of your voices, how perfect it was. 

It’s like the taste of blood in your mouth: oddly comforting, familiar.

It’s the need, deep rooted, born out of fear and something simmering just beneath the surface to always touch each other, to always feel the other close, at arms’ lenght…although, sometimes, it’s not enough…sometimes you think it will never be, it could never be.

It’s a hunger, deep consuming, it beats in sync with your heart, and you know it’s the same for him. 

It’s a lifelong game of pretending, ignoring, dancing around something huge and thick and real as you pretend it’s not there, as you ignore it, taste it, breathe it in, until it fills you whole, and you’re left wanting for more.

It’s release and hatred, it’s self loathing and bliss, it’s their breaths caught in their throats, as the dam breaks, and it all comes pouring down, inevitable, like gravity, like breathing to survive.

It’s simple and intoxicating, how easy it is, how natural it feels, how pretending and  guilt seems redundant, useless, when they both know it would always end up like that…

Together, as one….

Body, soul, blood, heart.

Right and wrong are just words, after, all…letters that don’t mean a thing, not when they can breathe and exist, if together. 

It’s like fire…like life, like the smiles you smile against each other’s skin, like the heartbeats that slow down, and it’s peaceful, for once, it makes sense.

It’s the two of you, together.