I love you like the last time. You know…when we met as butterflies. Or when we said wherever the wind blows. That other time. You know…when we dared to face the waterfall. Or when we said it’s just “US.” That other time and every time.
Stagnant like two magnets with no attraction. Opposite reaction there’s no satisfaction. I’m your right now not your tomorrow. I’m your good fuck but your bad luck. I’m your love.
One has their purpose. My purpose is not yours. Your purpose is not mine.