I fell in love again

writing everywhere but here but I do wanna maintain this blog at least somewhat. 

I’ve fallen in love and the feeling has been returned

But there’s a small voice in the back of my head that craves loving the way we used to

This new loving doesn’t want to hurt, oh but I wish it would (I don’t really)

The shoulders of the young want to be shaken, the chin does want to be shoved. The young want pain as proof of the love. 

It’s just a feeling I let pass thru- in and out

I can’t forget what happens in love, but I can pray that it’ll happen sweeter this time. I can have faith that I won’t have to fight against love anymore, but for it, and with someone fighting at my side. 

I can fall and be caught.