...to hearts that cannot vary, absence is presence...
Then
He was like a god in her presence
And she used to worship him.
Now
Only after he had fallen like a human
Did she truly begin to love him...
If I could go back?
I would be kind enough
To be more cruel
And slice you with a single No
Than to have bled you with a thousand Yes
I am the pain
You are the balm
You burn and soothe
And yet I remain for all eternity