For you and me who call each other a cure

Once i wanted to hug you, but sometimes just like this i want to hit you, punch in the face if i had to, if i could just get rid of love by the use of violence. Or maybe just a shock of you, to be sure i loved you.

Because you don't need to touch me in order to hurt me, to do more damage that anyone else in this world has ever done to me. And to heal me with a smile. Almost.

Of course i'll be healed if your smile was because of me.

It's cold in here, and it's hard to keep writing like this, this cold i feel everyday even if i'm burning inside, if i'm fire. You are the light generated by my fire, or my fire is generated by your light, i will never understand.

And i feel like i'm dying, by desperation, by desire and love, due to your insolence. Because i want you, i need you, i need to be with you but in the end it's just that, need.

Before i wanted you, i didn't even wanted myself.

And you're the cure for everything inside me.