Isn’t it the reason.

It’s only ever in everything.

Always in different forms.

Some days it’s a fever dream.

Some days it’s a reality beyond the ordinary.



It’s a feeling to crave all of you.

Even when toxic, it’s very difficult to not say I still do.



It’s eight letters we struggle to say.

At the same time, it’s a feeling that forgets shame.

And yet again, it’s a feeling that can turn into disdain.



It is a song, it is a movie, it is a reality.

It’s a war, it’s peace, it’s fantasy.

It’s fulfilling, it is toxic.

It’s a coin with two faces.