The time before love came was easier.
I would feel my whole face light up when seeing her, excited to talk to her.
I would text or snapchat her without thinking twice about what to say.
I would not frown upon seeing her talk to others.
The time before love came was easier.

Loving her was pure pleasure.
I would feel the ecstasy rushing through my veins when seeing her.
Feel my heartbeat going crazy just thinking about her.
My mind and heart at peace when being around her.
Yes, loving her was pure pleasure.
Except for when it wasn't.

I would feel my heart dropping when she ignored me.
My mind and heart beating each other to death when thinking of what i had done wrong.
Yes, loving her was pleasure,
except for when it wasn't.
But it was nothing compared to the heartbreak.

The aftermath of loving her was deadly.
I felt my heart in shards, like broken glass, weeping for its missing pieces.
My body left cold and my soul vulnerable.
My mind more confused than ever.
My whole being broken.

The time before love came was easier.
Loving her was pure pleasure,
except for when it wasn't.
But the aftermath of loving her was deadly.

Oh, but how I would do it all again.