What is love if not pain?
The stars taste just like knives
The blood that flows is warm
And seeps through all my lives
The sticky redness stains
I am not pure, I cannot be
I bear the weight of solitude
And love tears it away
But heaviness means safety
And now I cry for comfort
I wish to hold my burdens
Let them crush me, please
Peace means pain is coming
So do not give me peace
I do not want to hope
It hurts too much
