We would rather sing songs to wake the birds
And rise to the promising light
Counting the posies beneath our feet

we would cry ourselves to sleep in each other's arms
and wake up to a dark sunrise,
counting tear drop stains on our pillows

I swear
you have become the origin
of all my self conflictions.
you have helped me adapt
to the spears that pierce my heart
and the fires that set it to flame.
i cannot bare conversing with you
it hurts
and strains my mind
until it's membrane has split
and life comes pouring out.
I love you,
I love you not.
I love you,
I love you not.

I want to cry
And fall apart
But I must be a brave soldier
And silence my heart

Love is a slap in the face
And a pierce through the heart
You hate it yet you crave it
And it tears you apart