Refuse losing the one you love for the lust of another.
The struggle of fighting for the one who holds your heart because the one who destroyed it spoke sweet nothings to you in your most vulnerable moments.
Temporarily letting go common sense for the pleasure and yarning of your flesh.
Subconsciously being reminded of the consequence at hand while Standing on a thin line of truth and deceit.
Thinking nonsense like,"Yea i love them but if i could just....", trying to convince ourselves that what we're doing is justifiable, looking for reason.
Should I lay down my guard for an hour of pleasure or be full, holding down my forte for a life time of passion.
Alarms blaring, being pulled with a wake up call.
And in that same second Foreseeing yourselves halffull,
half empty with love and longing,
searching for an unknown substance as a temporary substitute to keep you occupied until your next fix.
Now lets be reasonable,
I'd rather lose my breath to the hands of a killer before i play the hand of death taking life from the one you've professed your love too.
Besides aren't they the ones we live for?