I want to know the monster that I give my heart.

I don’t want the unrealistic angelic part of love like the one in the movies

filled with emotional tears and heart felt moments that are moving.

I prefer knowing your demons so our shadows can dance together in the dark

Skip the romantic part.

I want a kind of love that is painful, unbearable, extraordinary, incomparable, faithful, indescribable and complicated.

I want a kind of love

where there is broken glass on the floor,

heated arguments and a slammed door,

moments of “I don’t love you anymore!!”

banging on the wall and listing it all

and letting the bottled emotions like a flowing fountain just pour.

Then we start to feel a sort of hatred grow slowly but surely in our bones and core.

We go back and forth just to end up in the same place we were before.

Then claim to be done with one another but start another conversation with a change of tone.

We start listing each others mistakes about the 100 missed calls and the shut down phones.

Listing and listing but never truly listening to each other until the point we both want to be left alone.

For “normal” people this kind of love is one that is as described toxic.

From strangers to lovers and lovers to strangers,

trying to overcome a feeling so dangerous.

This kind of love is not for the weak hearted because real love is never simple.