And to this day I still wonder, do I deserve someone even colder?
Will that suit the way I love, cutting me into pieces until I acknowledge I am alone?
I believe that's the only way I would stop believing in love.
Only if it rips me open, and gives me more harm than I can take.
Oh, and I can take plenty of it.
Until it reaches the edge and I am too afraid to fight it,
a point where I'm either capable of giving in or letting it consume me by complying.
Until it crushes my ribcage and takes every bone it wishes.
It's okay, it's love we're talking about.
I can lend it whatever it would like, from thought to organ,
because I was taught that love si always building something special.
It needs the materials, so take me whole, if you may.
But there's something they never teach you;
Love can be so evil if you force it to stay.
I didn't sell my soul to the devil,
I sold it to a devil. Love.
I traded all I had for a little more life to live.
And I found love in someone, who I thought I could love purely,
but things started going sideways when he realized that I priorized him over myself.
And I never got the chance to tell him,
that it isn't him I put first. It is love.
He happens to be the person I channel it on.
In the movies love is always the saviour,
the medicine, the solution, but never the weapon.
I tell you this so you picture that there are different types of love. All possible.
And I want to defeat the evil that taints the love which was once pure.
Because I am filled with it.
If one were to say they are filled with love, we would cheer them with joyous approval and perhaps even envy.
Yet to me, being filled with love is what has been killing me.
How do I get rid of it, if it owns my soul?
No one is going to take my soul away, I sing.
But something already did.
