And I told you twice,
don't put your hands on me
like that. like that.

When you come, I fall in love just a little. And when you eventually leave, whether for your own reasons or because I am so very logical, my heart breaks just a little.

They say I'm ice, heartless. On the contrary, my heart is so full and willing that I silence its pounding screams if only to save it later. There is a difference. Had any of you ever seen this, you'd still be here.

Then again, logic is logic, and I'm sure you had your reasons.