Normally

If I love, I love terribly.

I fall deeply.

Drawn in, heavily.

They say there are things I do differently,

quite deliberately,

yet done so effortlessly.

Every parting ends so sadly.

Never once angrily,

but always searching, hungrily.

Now, I try to place my feet correctly.

But every step I take feels dangerous, ironically,

I hated you,

massively.

But longed for you,

motionlessly