So, what of love, I fret
knowing I must not have it right, yet
Tormented to blue so much
with all this passion and such
Tempted to seek apathy as spare for the pain
but that’s like believing a wish could stop the pouring rain
Love pounds down, strips to bare our most fragile part
to ache, to burn, to rip apart
The bleeding makes it real
our humanity should make us feel
As a species it’s this, that is unique
from our very first day, love is what we seek
But how can I survive; stay alive
when this inner conflict never subsides
Love, so brutal, is slowly killing me
but without this war of self, only an empty shell I’d be
So, what of love, always spilling from my pen
Let me know you, love, I beg you again
Heartspell 