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.