Curse,

I thought i knew what love is

Then came you, changing every definition of love in my dictionary

Building a new meaning of love

To love is to hurt

And to hurt is to bleed

For love and under the name of love i keep losing pieces of myself

In hopes I’d find all of your pieces

In hopes I’d make you whole again

But along the way the holes inside of me keep getting bigger

Bigger and darker

And i stay every time

Thinking that your love would fill them all

Thinking your love would plant them with roses

And perhaps sunflowers

But im left here, surrounded by strangers trying to find one that looks like you

With blood stained hands that aren’t mine-but from your past lovers

I’m left here looking for a kiss that you once drew on your way to me, but erased all the ways that lead to you

You said you’ll love me to death, then killed me a thousand times

You swore a thousand times that you’re soft, yet the thorns you planted to harm me, show me more love than you ever did.

You swore I’m your only home, but to ashes you burned me, and with the wind you watched me fly-yet blamed me for leaving

You begged me to break your heart, yet you break mine with every prayer

As if it’s your only way to find god

I once told you that you’re my favourite sin, and you’d been punishing me for it ever since.

You say that I’m the closest to love you’ve ever felt,

But loving you is a fucking endless curse.