Love Is Mental Suicide

Love is a mental suicide
So why such tenderness
Sometimes you come
like a broken king
Sometimes you come
Like a lonely dusk
With pearls in your eyes
And scars in your hands
With dust in your throat
And stars in your mouth
With soft whispers
And promises
With stories
And miracles
And every time you come
like a broken king
every time you come
Like a lonely dusk
I just want to walk in your hair
I just want to crawl in your arms
I just want to steal you the stars
I just want to leave you behind
So many times I told you
So many times.
Suicide
Tenderness
Why?