The Other Person

Believe me when i tell you that i have never felt this way before 

And i am not quite sure how to act. 

Yes, i have been in love

Quite a few times a week, or a month

With every guy that towers over me. 

But this thing with you. 

It’s different 

And sometimes it scares me because i feel like it’s not love

Because i have loved so many others, although short and fleeting 

But they were nothing like this

They don’t have me obsessing.

So which is truer? 

This pure undramatic love i have for you

Or the furnace that burnt me in the past?

Is love meant to pure, unadulterated?

Is it meant to be this peaceful?