Loving you
Makes as much sense as throwing myself to the floor
And on my knees kiss the earth and beg
For rain to come up from the soil
And bathe the clouds with endless rain
As much sense as jumping into a pool
If I don’t know how to swim
And there’s no one around to save me
As much sense as ripping out my arm
Because I have a paper cut on my pinkie
As much sense as hate
Loving you
Makes as much sense as yelling at the sun
Scream at him and demand with strong voice
For him to turn colder, he is burning my skin
At 12 noon I demand for the moon to rise
As much sense as jumping from a plane
Without a parachute, when I love life
And I am clearly aware that I can’t fly
As much sense as praying for my skin to change
I can’t just throw my genes away
As much sense as me
Loving you
Makes absolutely no sense
Loving you and missing you
Is like willingly cutting my veins
When I don’t even want to die
I’m a small piece from a hundred-piece puzzle
You are complex, from a thousand-piece one
I am a winter day, cloudy with gloom
You are a summer day, sun bright, water blue
I’m the knife and the wound
You are the Band-Aid and kiss
You belong everywhere but next to me
Yet, I will keep loving you with all my heart
Even if you never know
Because yes, it hurts me and kills me and breaks me
But it’s the only thing I know how to do