I thought I love you.
No... I actually did love you.
But it was just beginning
And we were not close enough to grow it
I really wish we were close enough
To grow it in my heart.
But the distance just kept killing it
So it kept wilting and wilting
Till it was no more.
Now it's all gone and all that's
Left is admiration...
Your kind of love... No..
My kind of love for you
Was harmless.
It didn't hurt like
I had become soo accustomed
And used to.
It was like I had peace.
You know why?
'Coz you didn't know
And so you couldn't rub it in my face
By hurting me intentionally...
Healing me and giving me hope
Then go back and open the wound bigger
And wider and quench the hope of healing.
But it seems that's what I'm used to...
So a love that doesn't hurt felt foreign.
It's crazy but I love the hurt.
I enjoy it,
I crave it,
And I even create it.
'Coz that's the kind of love...
I love.
