Sunburn

Right when I admit what I've feared to admit for so long,
that's when you get me;
that's when you literally cut up my chest in a sloppy manner and steal my heart.
And you don't crush it, you don't break it
but you take an ax-shaped scalpel and destroy it
right as I allow my vulnerabilities come about.
Maybe it's because we both want each other so much
yet you can control yourself
you can follow your rules, your morals.
You use your head, you make sense.
Why make sense of this?
I love you.