Me- First Love
What is that feeling? There is a welling up and a buzzing with excited flashes.
The sensation is: at once child-like, mindless, and somehow, strangly cerebral.
A glance was shared in sixth grade.
A hand was held in seventh grade.
A cheeck was kissed in eighth grade.
A mouth was kissed in ninth.
Each time, the brain went for a whoop!
Each time, a feeling that I knew I could not define.
The chemistry of LOVE; both ionic and electric.
The heat, the friction, the glow. The cool down.
There was a time when the sensation was an identity of its own.
I must have fallen for me. Sick huh? In love with love?
How depraved and so very sad.
We love ourselves. Self-centric.
Invest in, care for, protect, kling to, clothe, puff and primp just for the preservation of self.
What a beautiful wreck.
