Le Farfalle

I find myself unable to think straight, and you make me wonder what I even want. 

I think I love you, but how the hell can I know anything about chemistry if I'm not allowed in the class?

At least I hope what I think is true, and that it's not just my year-young soul, excited and enthralled by the chase. 

And when I have it, I hope my soul doesn't grow old with you, because even after a lifetime in hell, I still find my way back to your eyes, your skin, your lips, there's nothing I don't feel my heart rate increase when I see. 

So take my hand and run and run and run away, onto the beaches, so we can burn it to the ground and I can kiss you by the fire, to the sound of the screams and cries for help which I'll ignore because nothing else matters when I'm with you.