Paradox

I would be heartless if i could,
For i've known much about love already,
A desire that can burn it's seeker eventually..
Unmercifully, slow, and steady.

It's a circle that cannot be broken,
A pattern so well revised.
Broken hearts, and hearts that break,
A devil in the form of an angel disguised.

Trapped in this triangle,
In which my heart is the focal point,
Like a taste of both worlds,
Hate and love rejoined.

Yes, i would be heartless if i had the chance,
Except that i would miss out on much.
Emotional paralysis is indeed a curse,
As a passion that follows a touch.

I have known much about love already,
From the number of times my heart has bled.
But i also know when it stops hurting,
That's the same as being dead.

This heart keeps beating,
I am still very much alive.
Everything comes with a price, of course,
We ain't alive if we never cry.