What is the love?
Not love that is something abstract
Not love that is something political
The love that is in my heart
My heart was broken already completely
I cannot do anything but kill myself
There is nothing to believe
Because I betrayed myself
Once something is broken
Never be recovered forever
If I let them broke it
It’s my sake not them
Broken glass
Cut her heart
shamed
bruised
beaten
I could do nothing
And she has died
I killed her
So I will kill my self
This is the love
That is in my heart
Already broken