Lauren W.

you are an ticking time bomb, an iceberg in the middle of the ocean, a lion let out of its cage and you are too dangerous for me

you are playing with matches and my heart is made of paper

so let us set fire to this love and let it rage until it dies

let us kiss between the paintings in museums and make art with our lips

let us write poems on the stairs of the capital building
(roses are red, violets are blue, I'm falling for you, I'm falling for you)

 and watch planes take off until morning,

lets make wishes on stars but not tell each other because they won't come true (i wished for you, i always do)

you are too mind consuming, too time consuming, too dangerous

you are the most wonderful form of self destruction, a perfect sunset after a terrible day kind of wonderful

and you are too dangerous for me, and you are too beautiful 

my skin is burning with every touch,

you trace the lines in my hands, i trace the spine down your back,
and i am burning,
and it is burning,
and we are burning

we sit together looking at the city, blanket around our shoulders, your hand in mine

we talk about past love and
future love and
the things we love
and how we're afraid of love

and i think about what it would be like to be in love
and to be in love with you

but you are too dangerous for my broken heart
you are too dangerous for this broken love
and you are too dangerous