We are sick!
Throwing up accusations
Crying frustrations
Invading each other’s mental space
Constantly on a difference pace

But we are alive though.

Breathing life into a dying situation
Marrying hope, avoiding the devastation
Of losing each other
To another lover
Or, worse
To be set free with no real constellation;
With a negative revelation
that love could have never saved us.

We are sick, true.
But Im saying hey love! (Smile)
Theres love.
Coursing inside of our veins like morphine through an IV.
Believe me, in me, with me…
And yeah, others love may die, yet
all sickness aside, we are alive,

Healing healthily.
Stay with me.