Love takes away your ability to love all on its own.
Happiness, can it work like love? If I am too happy one day, will I never feel that serene feeling again? Will a smile become unbearable, impossible? Are there those who've cried so many tears they know not how to be sad anymore?
This love I’ve felt has swelled my heart. It has busted through my ribs, cracking them, distorting them, causing me more pain than I know. But pain for pleasure, you see, for the love you give me heals the wounds faster than they’re caused.
But who are you to take it away so abruptly? You cannot just run away, taking my heart with you? Slowly, you would extract my heart from me when I couldn’t tell. You put the love in that place, causing my infatuation with you. My unconditional, unbearable love.
Now, I feel I cannot love anything ever again, for the love you took this time left me with no other choice but this. I can never love again because I won’t know how to. I won’t know where to begin. I wouldn’t want to replace you, to have your memory be distorted, because love can do that. Loving something else can erase you from my heart.
So understand that because of you, I’ve forgot how to love, how to smile, how to laugh, but the only thing you’ve left me with? Knowing how to cry.
Happiness, can it work like love? If I am too happy one day, will I never feel that serene feeling again? Will a smile become unbearable, impossible? Are there those who've cried so many tears they know not how to be sad anymore?
This love I’ve felt has swelled my heart. It has busted through my ribs, cracking them, distorting them, causing me more pain than I know. But pain for pleasure, you see, for the love you give me heals the wounds faster than they’re caused.
But who are you to take it away so abruptly? You cannot just run away, taking my heart with you? Slowly, you would extract my heart from me when I couldn’t tell. You put the love in that place, causing my infatuation with you. My unconditional, unbearable love.
Now, I feel I cannot love anything ever again, for the love you took this time left me with no other choice but this. I can never love again because I won’t know how to. I won’t know where to begin. I wouldn’t want to replace you, to have your memory be distorted, because love can do that. Loving something else can erase you from my heart.
So understand that because of you, I’ve forgot how to love, how to smile, how to laugh, but the only thing you’ve left me with? Knowing how to cry.
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