I'm starting to think that the punishment for my sins is loving you.
This love has a force designed to wreck me, pull me in two.
You wreck me , destroy me and shatter me like glass.
You break my fragile heart and proceed to place it in a cast

I don't think I can begin to explain the feelings you stir deep in my brain
Or the warmth of your skin at 3:35am
Your love comes in steadily and pieces me together again.
Overshadows my fear and crumples my pain.

They say " destroy what destroys you" but if I had to destroy you, I'd be destroying myself.
And that couldn't possibly make sense, could it? To place our love in a romance novel on a dusty shelf?

The truth is that my biggest fear is you.
Losing you, having you, but most of all owning your love that reaches few.
Because I wonder, I really wonder when this terrifying love will be the death of us two.