I have nothing extraordinary
to give you.
Only this hand,
stretched out with honesty,
carrying every piece
of who I am.
Take it.
Hold it through the bright & dark days.
Hold it when I am certain,
& when I lose my way.
And let every new sunrise
find us still choosing each other.
You stood from afar
And watched me shatter
Into a million pieces.
It’s okay,
Because I love how it hurts.
You stood there
And heard me cry helplessly.
It’s okay,
Because I love how it hurts.
For I am but a victim
Of my own assassination.
I LOVE HOW IT HURTS
Flames of love
Turned into
Blames of life.
Desperate was I for love
That I saw thee
As harmless as a dove.
Oh… how I loved you.
With you, I sought comfort,
But only got consumed,
Doomed,
And remained sunk in gloom.