I don't understand why they say love shouldn't be jealousy?
Why shouldn't it be lust driven by pure madness for his skin and his random sputterings against your chest and his rough hands tracing the veins beneath your skin?
Why shouldn't it be cliche and overbearing and destructive?
Why shouldn't he make you feel like a Princess minutes before slamming you against the wall and tearing your patience aprt?
Why shouldn't love be extraordinarily powerful pushing you into an insane scene soaked in tranquility kissing sanctity?
Why should love be mediocre when it can single handedly destroy me? //ndcb
