Passion

Passion is the source of our finest moments.
The joy of love,
the clarity of hatred,
and the ecstasy of grief.

It hurts sometimes more than we can bear.
If we could live without passion,
maybe we'd know some kind of peace.
But we would be hollow.
Empty rooms, shuttered and dank.

Without passion, we'd be truly dead.

And you perfectly know that passion
is not your boyfriend, it is not your girlfriend
but it's the pleasure of betraying them.
Maybe with the other side.