i might seem fickle,
naïve and clueless,
but this for me is
a rare fire.

just because i wrestled
a confused desire
for seven months,
and one day
one dream
could drop his image
off the face of my planet,

doesn’t mean
you’ll meet the same fate.
 
 
 

i know this is different.
 
 

no rebound,
no revenge—

purely a blossoming passion,
what i’ll prematurely call
Love.