Everyday my heart begins to heal,
And everyday you tear a new hole.
Everyday you leave your mark,
And everyday I start again.
But I'm so tired of crying my tears,
So tired of my heart throbbing with every beat.
I don't even an you in my life anymore.
I thought I let you go,
I thought I had moved on,
But I guess I was wrong.
You love me, I know that,
It cannot be denied.
Yet love is fickle and blind and naïve.
Love is one-sided and lonely and painful.
But what is love but a knife in the heart?
What is love but a single glance,
A spark that lickers and dies away?
A tear on the cheek or a sleepless night?
Love is unkind and unforgiving.
But it is fiery and passion –
As much as hate.