To Use His Senses

To stare at her eyes

is a poison to his heart,

a thousand paper cuts,

a pain

To smell the fragrance of her hair

is a haze to his lungs,

a dark smoke from chimneys,

a sting

To touch her hand

is a burn from his skin,

a corrosive chemical,

a grief

To hear her voice

is an explosion in his ears,

a white noise,

a sob

To taste the kiss of her lips

is a drug to his soul,

a heroin,

an ache

To him

loving her

is not easy

it causes trauma

it causes bleeding

it causes worry

it causes sadness

IT HURTS

Author Notes: I need constructive criticism!

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