I saw you,
wanted you.
I touched you,
I left a scar.
I felt you,
tasted you.
I fucked you.
I let you fall, hard.
You can’t force love and I’m not in love.
Severed like a rotten limb,
the phantom sense is there.
our ways never had a chance.
I wish she wasn’t quite so rare.
But, you can’t force love.

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN