When you allow someone to tear you apart,
rip the mask from your face,
peer into the abyss to see who you really are,
you start to love the person they show you in return.
You don’t even know if that person is another mask or not,
but you love them with all your heart
and you can't imagine ever being without them.
But how can love make me feel so **** empty?

I think my biggest flaw is I fall too hard too fast
Even if there's no one there to catch me at the bottom.
I jump straight into the dark pit,
Love with my whole heart without looking down
even if I know it won't turn out well in the end.
Every time this happens I come out a little worse off,
A little more mangled than before.
I try to pick up my own broken pieces but it's hard when you're as torn apart as I am;
You stop being able to discern what piece of bone goes where,
Which pieces of flesh match up with each other.
I see myself as a puzzle that's all one colour;
I need to find someone who can tell the difference between my shades of black.