We used to say to burn to death would be
excruciating
But love,
You do not know
The extent of excruciating;
The pain of losing you.
To me now,
Burning to death
Would be a pleasant escape,
Compared to having to
Take breaths
And live each day
Without you being mine.

Lies are  constructed by fear
Lies are driven by fear
Lies are performed by fear
a well executed act

Lies.
We all lie at some point.
It's a must.

Plates of gold, hearts of steel,
keeping our secrets, never to reveal.

For wether we know it or not,
it is nothing more than a thought.

Plates of gold, hearts of steel,
keeping our secrets, never to reveal...

Know that you are loved.
Know that you are cared for.
Although your heart is weight
and your mind is glass
please don't break.

*Not now.

If only my mind weren't so critical of every move my heart makes,
If only my trusting heart knew any better,
If only this mind of mine would stop thinking so hypothetically,
If only my heart could find its way to reciprocity,
If only my mind could teach my heart that love is not just something you feel...
It's something you do, something you show, something you prove.
Maybe then my heart will be able to obey my mind's wishes,
Maybe then my heart will know what is deemed acceptable in love,
Maybe then my heart could avoid all of the pain, hurt and damage that it was willing to endure for you...