Love was never clinical.
Love was never scientific.
It was never logical.
It is but pure emotion –
The heartwrenching, body-shaking kind.
The ‘i am so in love with you that a moments part would be death’ kind.
The kind that without swallowing you whole means nothing at all.
But to you,
It’s tame and sterile.
It’s padded rooms for the heart,
Because that is most efficient.
Nothingness to my everything.
A whole to the blank slot.
A cup empty to one overflowing.
Peace to chaos.