Violent Delights (lines from books)

These violent delights, have violent ends. And as their triumph die, like fire and powder, which as they kiss consume. Still, in instant, I felt well. Whole. I could feel my heart racing in my chest, the blood pulsing hot and fast through my veins again. My lungs filled deep with the sweet scent that came of your skin. It was like had never been any hole in my chest. I was perfect ---- not healed, but as if there had been a wound in the first place. Some say the world will end in fire, some say in ice. From what I've tasted of desire, I hold in those in favor of fire. But if it had to perish twice, I think I know enough of hate. To say that for destruction, ice is also great. And would suffice. All our attempts at subterfuge had been in vain. With ice in my heart, I watch you prepare to defend me. Your intense concentration betrayed no hint of doubt. Black eyes, wild with their fierce craving for my death, watched for the moment when my protector's attention would be diverted. The moment I would surely die. The sun was so deeply buried behind the clouds that there was no way to tell if it had set or not. After the long flight ----- chasing the sun ---- it was especially disorienting; time seemed oddly variable. It took me by surprise. In the dead silence, all details suddenly fell into place for me with a burst of intuition. Something they didn't want me to know. Something you wouldn't have kept from me........ It's never going to end, was it?

Surely it was a good way to die, in the place of someone else, someone I loved. Noble,
even. That ought to count for something.But when life offers you a dream so far beyond any of your expectations, it’s not reasonable to grieve when it comes to an end. Sometimes I wondered if I was seeing the same things through my eyes that the rest of the world was seeing through theirs. Maybe there was a glitch in my brain. Attention is never a good thing, as any other accident-prone klutz would agree. No one wants a spotlight when they’re likely to fall on their face. It’s not like love at first sight, really. It’s more like… gravity moves. When you see her, suddenly it’s not the earth holding you here anymore. She does. And nothing matters more than her. And you would do anything for her, be anything for her… You become whatever she needs you to be, whether that’s a protector, or a lover, or a friend, or a brother. Until your heart stops beating. You’ll be here — fighting. Don’t forget that you have options. Two voices struggled inside me. One that wanted to be good and brave, and one that told the good one to keep his mouth shut. I’d had more than my fair share of near-death experiences; it wasn’t something you ever really got used to.  You could run from someone you feared, you could try to fight someone you hated. All my reactions were geared toward those kinds of killers – the monsters, the enemies. When you loved the one who was killing you, it left you no options. How could you run, how could you fight, when doing so would hurt that beloved one? If your life was all you had to give your beloved, how could you not give it? If it was someone you truly loved?  

It's almost Valentine's Day, and everyone seems to be in love. You probably think I have superpowers. Think again! I cant turn back time, and I'm on my own when it comes to love. Of course, there are some pretty neat things I can do ---- but that's where the troubleALWAYS begin....