By Juhi Buch
I’m sort of an all or nothing type of person.
Middle ground? Grey area? On the fence?
The things I love, I am engulfed by
But in a good way I promise.
It isn’t obsession, nor is it addiction
It’s just devotion in the purest sense.
I know none other than giving my all
To what I hold dear.
And for the things that I don’t,
I could hardly shed a tear.
I’d trade my soul
For that cause which I speak of
Because everything else is merely
In the shadows
Of my heart.
The world could go down in flames
But I wouldn’t care, if I’m saving the one I love
Only a few things, people, places
Tip the scale inside me.
Mostly it feels good
To be consumed by one thing, person, place
So passionately, loyally, irrevocably.
But sometimes it’s risky
They say for every action
There is an equal and opposite reaction.
That law, Sir Newton, means nothing
When you give your every ounce
And get back something