Heaven or Hell?

If someone gave me the choice of heaven and hell

I’d choose us 

Because your love feels no less than heaven 

But your words cut through me like hell’s torture methods 

I’d run off to Alpha Centauri if I knew that I’d have you by my side 

But you leave me unsure of whether you are there 

Fleeting moments appear that give me the bliss of what heaven may possess 

The fights and disagreements showcase my fall into a pit of boiling sulfur 

To others, I saunter vaguely downwards,

but to you,

I’m falling 

Head first at 110 kilometres on the M13

In love? You may ask,

But rather, I fall into the hell of being with you.