Toaster of Spice

Falling in love. Falling in love with the idea of falling in love. With the concept of being connected with someone who can give you what you want at the same time they obtain what they want. Selfish. Hated. Lusted. Desired. A feeling of completion, of longing, of needing something so much you forget why you wanted it in the first place. Falling in love is not falling. It is a messy toaster of spice, intense with cutting onions and watery eyes and barely able to function or think of anything but getting it again and finding different ways to get it, falling in chaos, landing in glue.

© Poem Fix 2013

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