Love is the sickness spreading within my mind.

Fear bleeds like open wounds when immersed.

The loss of another remains always as the loss of a part of yourself.

Now I know I can’t ever have you.
You are the glimpse of heaven that falls like snow and melts in the warmth of my hands.
I can’t keep you.

Misery loves companion, but does companion love misery?

Love kills us all wether we are wound in a rose or petals falling fast.