What if I could just stop loving
in a quick crash, take the feeling out, boom
just stop entertaining this facade
I'm considering all possibilities now, and tending to the laziest one
giving up love
Mine is... too much. Too everything. Too broad. I can't contain or moderate it.
So, just. Stop. Let bygones be, wash the hurt and dirt, keep the pain on a painting by the living room
Remember, respect and let it wash away
no more of this insanity
this feeling was never supposed to be ours, anyway
we grew it from solitude and nothing, some tears and good moments
And we let it control our breathing
no more
love is banned
go be crazy on work, or crafts, or scribbles
when everything is hanging from the balance
shift your perspective, look at what you lost by giving too much
For one, I am so glad you are done
leave the tears for whoever fits them best
your black is better sober
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