Love me like it hurts It's not right, it's not fair; but -- Your love is my air
You are a snowflake Jagged edges, crystalline Furtive in my grip.
As the shapes shift away And the colours bleed to shades I plant my feet Grounded in the dead heat
This conflict; so wicked To lose, so necessary to love.
My full heart dances As you pull and tug its strings. Beginning to end.