Reflective
I am in love
and it hurts like hell
small fissures webbing
straight through the arteries
around my heart
screw up, screw you
please work to get this
out of my system
but love me back
just love me back
and it hurts like hell
small fissures webbing
straight through the arteries
around my heart
screw up, screw you
please work to get this
out of my system
but love me back
just love me back
Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.
Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights
Emily Brontë, Wuthering Heights