don't.

Tears of laughter. Tears of joy. Tears of pain and misery. But I still don't know what love means. Every day I walk on shards of a thousand mistakes. A thousand broken promises. I smell my blood on my breath. It soaks the earth I walk upon, the days I have left behind and the days I am yet to find.

I don't know much but I know Suffering. Her inevitability. Her kiss of intimacy.

And butterflies, as heavy as stones, burst out of their cocoons, flitting to and fro, to a dance of melancholy. To a dance of helplessness. To a dance of indecision. What do I say to her? When I still don't know what love means? spotify:track:2fSIF8CJhoc9CJhF9vJDXp