Love is composed of two things, lust and loss
The purity of something so innocent, yet the demonic pleasure of advantage
We love until it hurts, until we feel it in our chest pounding to break lose but at what cost?
We know it's wrong but can't, won't leave, then end up emotionally damaged
We change, we no longer feel closeness, the feeling to love again, the lust is lost
I can't say goodbye, I can't leave, I cannot forget you
But our love to my health is most deadliest
You let me die right in that room, unplugged the cords but you just laughed and watched as it encounters me
Just before I noticed I was in love again
But just as it began, it also ended
