You cut my wound many times.

Here I am with my breathing standing and staring at the murky night sky unlike usual.

Love

Slowly but surely you hurt my heart that is always comforting and loving you with all my heart, why are you born if only makes me die and suspect that there is another love that is more painful, you cut my wounds many times.

Making love with my best friend, do you greet love, if it's like this.
If the word faithful just perched on lips it would not be deserved to be praised like the queen with a crown, only insults you deserve.