How can you love me?
She asks one too many times a day.
How can a single human be so utterly perfect?
I’d ask myself over and over.
Yet how can he not see I’ll be his downfall?
Does he not fear the black liquid of my soul seeping
trough the cracks of my crumbling beauty.
Do you not see the truth?
You’ll break one day, no one can tame the fury…
of my wild heart.
None the less thank you for trying to love me…