I woke up
counted love
It was unlimited
And I was a victim.
My arteries overstretched
broken zillion times,
But keeps beating
Just for you.

For the umpteenth time,
You went away,
Wished you back,
Adamant and complacent,
Like you had no blood,
Lukeworm and cold,
Like you understood no humanity.
You came in and left at will,
Each time a piece falls,
I blamed gravity, I was naive,

My shattered heart still needed you,
Sweet pain I got.
Delicious torment
Just like luck, love exists,

But I learned,
Love, an endless forgiveness,
My heart still beats, habit.
For every love, there is a heart to feel,
I still am.