Breathe Again

When I hurt I don’t fear new love

for my soul has already been skinned alive.

Tear drops fall from the sky above,

even though I’m dead inside.

Love in a minute can start

beneath the fleshy membrane of the heart.

Where liquid infinity flows,

this is the only love I know.

Then the death after that minute

is worth all the little white lies.

Because a piece of a love that is infinite

is a love that never truly dies.

So take my heart and take my soul,

take everything that I know.

Because this dance between love and pain

is what will make me breathe again.