to die

Conceptual note

Even if I die, I won't love Not out of stubbornness, not for revenge Because I'm tired of pretending, of fake smiles, of half-hearted promises My heart no longer has room to love someone who doesn't know how to stay Someone whose presence was more like absence It's not my hand, my heart no longer trusts Even if I die, I won't send a heart that was once broken back into the field of love. Sometimes, heartbreak is the same as life And not loving is the only way to survive