how could i know that your open arms
were open wounds
that "i loves you's"
were meant to be followed by "i love you too's"
how could i know that falling
means getting scratched
until you have to hide under your cape
the fingernail tombs love made with its escape
how could i know that love burns
and so does pain
because when you said goodbye
all i could remember were the times
i was filled to the brim with passion
and so damn full of love
