Warm my blood with a kiss of your sorrow,
Fuel my beating heart with the despair
I have inflicted upon you.
Give my lungs the breath of your woe.
Quench my thirst with tears of desperation
To be happy.
All that maintains me is your sadness.

Love is like water:
Necessary. We can't live without it.
It seeps through even the smallest of spaces,
Unaffected by darkness and emotion, withstanding all else.
It has been here since the beginning and will be here until the end.
When all else fails there is always water,
There is always love.

Love is like water,
And I'm dehydrated.

being dead inside is a paradox.
a contradiction. polar opposites.
you feel nothing at all, but at the same time you're feeling something.
there are no intense emotions yet, feeling so dead inside is an intense emotion in itself.
you're comforted by the fact that you won't feel any bad emotions but
at the same time, you're dissatisfied because you won't feel any good emotions either.
being dead inside is great when your lover leaves you, when your friend dies, when everything comes crumbling down at once ... because you won't feel it as much.
being dead inside is terrible when your lover tries to kiss you, when your friend invites you on a vacation, when everything starts coming together ... because you won't feel it as much either.