We will awake in golden sheets
to cover our skin to our feet;
We will walk on fire and thorns;
We will bleed,
We will burn;
I will cut you deep,
With the sword of my words;
you will poison me,
bring your venomous tears.
But I will still sweep you off your feet,
and take away your fears;
I will love you,
You will love me;
Until it is too late,
and we've finally fallen to our knees.
To my next heartbreak,
I'm sorry it had to be me.
-arón