A Thousand Knives
Love isn't nice
It isn't pleasant like your dreams
It's like a thousand knives
The second you see them
One is jammed into your heart
And when they speak to you
There is one stuck in your throat
Your lungs burn with every breath
Eyes sting with them in sight
Many sleepless nights
Because of the thought of them
But then again
Your stomach twists and heart aches
When you try so desperately
To convince yourself you don't love them
Walking by them there are knives in your feet
And they make you want to jump high
And just fly... fly away with them
But still with every knife
The more you feel the love
The more you need them with every breath
Love isn't nice
But still when you have it
You'll know it
Because it's worth a thousand knives
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