Subject of you. Subject of me.

 
I have a love hate with "Love"
My ex makes me hate it.
Makes it so painful.
Why does it exist.
It shouldn't.
You make me want it.
The way you want me,
Biting your hand at the sight of me.
The way you want to hold back,
But take me in.
The way you know it's so good,
Maybe too good to be true,
You're hesitant,
But go all for it.
It's like when you see me,
You seem to be surprised by something
About me or something I do.
You like me.
You like that I make you smile a lot.
I'm making it hard for you to walk away.
You're not sure what to do.
I'm something new,
And you hesitate to want to even lose it.
You want to run,
But find yourself glancing back.
You like this new.
It's good.
It's scary.
It's pressure.
It's different.
Curiosity.
You like your ways,
You're used to it.
It's fun,
spontaneous,
adventurous,
It's sometimes bad.
Until I walked into your life that night,
You've seemed to be getting confused since.
...
Something's different about this one.
She makes me feel good.
Has such a positive voice.
Scared to ever hurt her.
I should walk.
I know it to be what's best for her.
I'll ruin her.
I'll hate myself for it.
But she doesn't make it easy,
Doesn't make it easy to leave.
...
It's been three and a half weeks now since I've met him.
I'm on vacation at the moment,
I come back home today.
All weekend,
Or really ever since I saw you that night.
That night I knew you were what I wanted.
The night we caught each other's attention for a second and for me everything went silent and blurred for a min except you.
I can NOT get you off my mind.
Your hug,
The way you hold me.
Your smile,
Looks good on you.
Your stare,
when you look at me.
Your hands,
And the way they feel on me.
Your voice,
Like music to me.
Your lips,
And how they feel on mine.
The long lingering kisses you give me.
Your eyes,
I get lost in.
Your face,
I grab every detail.
Your scars I'm finding,
That I want to kiss the pain away from.
The way you get happy when something excites you.
Your honesty.
Your communication.
The way you close your eyes and take me in.
Take in the way I gently touch your face.
Call you amazing and handsome.
The way I kiss you all over.
Told you I missed you and felt it.
The way I feel,
And when you lay on me.
The way I look at you.
I adore you,
Everything about you.
Which is why,
The subject of me,
Is the subject of you.
No one catches my attention like you do.