and then i met you my portrait of love

i was stuck in bad habits, too blind to see the obvious warning signs of falling deeper and losing my control. we are all hard headed when we're in love and when we try to fight it, we create disasters resulting in break-ups and then turning around to make-up. we go against the right things we should do, caught in a moment letting our souls become uncut, roughened up stones. I knew it was time for a change, i saw it coming from miles away, i awaited the loud thrashing of my barriers breaking, my mind and heart secretly letting my control slip through my fingers. the realisation; i wanna be swallowed by a stare so that i can hardly breath and some how want to be willing to do the things you want, for you to spoon feed my heart. a love i wanna be involved with, dangerous and deadly, where there's no turning back and the pillow i cry on is your chest. i am aware that my dreams were and probably are so far fetched and obscure. i am odd, silly, romantic. and then i met you. i fell in love i realised my mistakes and now i need to assess the damage. i'm sorry, i always have to go, but always will love you. my portrait of love.