I had forgotten the feeling when i first met you - like my feet were moving on their own;
like i was stepping into a slipstream
this is the same force, isn't it?
whatever is putting this insane smile on my face when i imagine seeing you again
even in my imagination, you're fighting fate, you still crave control
and we don't leave together
but i'm beaming even imagining having my heart broken by you
what would it mean if prometheus was a masochist?
what does it mean if real love doesn't hurt?
i didn't steal the fire of life, you gave it to me.
and you're not broken, you're a breakthrough away.
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