Holding you hand was like touching a cool star.
Kissing your lips was like kissing an unknown ocean.
But there was no love in you,
just blind submission to the animal aspiration.
There was a heart inside the beast
which you choose not to notice.
I am afraid I didn't want to touch a heartless star.
I didn't want to bathe in a blind ocean.
Now I want to cut my hand
so that I cannot touch anything again.
And I want to burn my brain.