Have you ever loved so much it hurts? I have. It's the worst. Take a step back before you attack because the usual explanation is what this will lack and that's a fact. I just want to get to the tip that is more like a dip of a blade from head to hip splitting me like an ocean to a ship. It is possible no matter the age or how many days are to each page. I want to lock my heart in a cage. I want to go through three packs out of rage. That's the thing. It is not agression that I have in my possession. That just leaves me with the question that is almost like a confession in a therapy session. When will it leave me... That is the day I hope to see, the day that I can't wait to be.
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