jack_razor

So unaffectionate, so insecureYou claim to know a thing or two about heartacheAnd what it's like to have your insides torn outAnd I believe youI see it every time your pallbearer's palor is obscured by the darknessDancing across your face, and when the blackness veils your eyes in painI know what it's like when memories make you winceAnd love letters read like obituariesAnd photo albums are the books of the deadI need no reminders, no more remindersI'll forget the past and lay it to restIf I had my wayI'd cut the calluses off your breaking heartIf I could get past the sternumCauterize those wounds withEvery kiss I could give to youI'm holding your heart in my handThe reason it still beatsAm I being too cryptic?Am I being too obscure?Love kills, romance is deadAnd I don't even trust myselfBut I love youAnd you can pull my wings apartAnd pin me down under glassUntil the end of days if it can help youDiscover that we share the same painI just hope you write your thesisBefore your subject is deadNo life after death