Passion

Sometimes feelings are so fierce that the person who is getting it from me will either love it or stay away from me. It is so fierce that it overtakes me. Possess me. It’s as if nothing can stop me then.  It’s as if I cannot be this passionate about anything else.

If I say I want it, I have to have it. If I say I will do it, I mean it. If I say it is only mine, it is only mine; I can’t share that with anyone. I say it such ferociousness that no one will dare mess with me. This is how passion is?

Sometimes it blinds me so much, that I might suffocate a person. Protective and possessive. Which is bad. Sometimes it blinds me so much, that I suffocate myself. Like I'm not me. Like something has come over me. Like different eyes, you'll never recognize.

So much is the passion, that I scare myself. Its as if I never knew I could be this passionate. Its as I never knew I can love to this extent. As if I never knew I could get this jealous. In short I never knew I could feel so much.

Person talking to me then, can sense my ferociousness. So much that they can feel it arise in them, their own passion or get scared of me and want to run away...

Just when I think, I’m devoid of feelings and passion, something or some talks reminds me of it, I feel it more than anyone else around me.

Fiercely.

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