I knew I've felt this before.
The electric tingles running through my skin,
The increase of heart rate,
And the butterflies in my stomach.
I knew this.
And it ended bad.
I remember how sick I am everytime
I thought about him,
How I cried when I lose my heart and I didn't find it in his,
When the taste of bile was sweeter than his love,
And my tears painting the stories on my pillow until it formed like a map telling the places that he'd touched and broke over and over again.
I have learned the destructible side of love,
But I couldn't help to risk it again when it comes to you,
You make me believe that love can surpass the pain,
And love isn't love if I don't let go and love again.
-Lleven
