There's something absolutely thrilling

about chasing the worst possible

thing to want.

He is the boy your mother warned 

you about and every logical

space in your brain echoes with

warning screams but your fingertips 

tingle with every touch and you

become addicted to inhaling his presence;

smoky sweet cedar and sharp cologne

that can be described as nothing

other than pure gold.

You are both marathoners going in two

different directions but

somehow you took a dark turn

onto his road and the straight and narrow

seems to get broader and broader

with every sprint towards the finish line.

The path is tumultuous and terrible

and your heavy heart knows that

you will never be his one and only but

the lightning in your veins

had hijacked your heart and convinced

you otherwise.