I stared at her as she stared at me and when I found it in her there was a moment of glee. It was short lived, we smiled, we danced and then when I kissed her I was in a trance. But I knew as I know every breath is dear that the world around me would just fear, and together we would go from dance to a flow that was more with swords and less with words. I wanted her to know, that the glee was there, but the words had turned to blades and the cutting wouldn’t fade until the blood like ink stained my hands, my head, my heart. 
I was in a trance. 
Breathe deep. 
Come out. 
You’re fine.