Love is supposed to move mountains to make the world go round to be all you need but it falls apart at the deatils. It cant save a single person.

So much of the language of love was like that you devoured someone with your eyes you drank in the sight of him you swallowed him whole. Love was substance broken down and beating through your bloodstream.

If you gave someone your heart and they died did they take it with them Did you spend the rest of forever with a hole inside you that couldnt be filled