So this is love.
it is bleeding
without a wound,
a wound with such a pain,
a pain that is unseen.
so this is love.
it is justifying all the saints,
you would blame everyone for what happens,
you would blame everything even your self,
you would scream and cursed through a thick air,
yet;
your lips are sealed.
so this is love.
it's struggling for your life
while drowning infront of her,
it is dying everyday
on the same season
with the same reason.
