You wreak me, with the flutter of your eye lids.
If the ocean were your tears, I need to find the source.
And drown in agony, in the crystal shine of the slight waves.
But first, heart, I pray thee permit. Me to last enjoy the caressing of my skin by the current. Like your arms around.
Then I'll have my full, slipping into the hollows.
Because we're not made to be. My lungs take in air.
You're no good for me.

So now you see the meaning of I break my own heart.



I can't wait for tomorrow (: