Baskadia

Is it weird that your eyes

Bring light when my heart starts kissing the darkness?

Is it weird that my heart,

Loses its rhythm when your hot breath lands on my neck?

Is it weird that my lower body

Moves in a rhythm when your fingertips cross my thoracic cavity?

Is it weird that my oxytocin flies high,

When you let my nose smell your lips, reminding me of how wild you are?

Is it weird that your hands' sluggish movements on my naked body

Bring French songs into my brain, not leaving my heart unmelted?

Is it weird that your chest is my favorite pillow,

And your smell, my favorite perfume?

Is it weird that I love you even when you're lying in poop,

That I don't mind getting my hands dirty as long as it is for you?

I mean...

Is it weird that I love you even when you don't believe me?

Even when you think you don't deserve it?

Tell me, is it weird when I say that I can sell my two kidneys to bring you back to life?

That I don't mind dying if you can live?

The love I have for you is stronger than the small fights we always have,

It's wider than your arms that keep pushing me away,

It's greater than the ocean of tears I shed every time you hurt me with your ridiculous deeds.

My love for you is;

Bolder than your insecurities,

Brighter than your scars and

Stronger than ego.

I love you more than you, I, or the world knows

And I don't think it is that weird.