Paperhearts of Fire

I wear my heart on my sleeve but I have no shirt just thoughts of healing It is red and hurts so much in pain this heart I speak of on my sleeve. Love hurts it always has and lately it can also kill you and me. Sex is a sentence a death sentence sex is a threat to your short life. Sex makes your toes curl with the right girl sex can be something that is nice. Show my pain and people panic show kindness they spite my existence. Love is pain and sex is pleasure sex is love when two sex together. It is a painful pleasuer this love/sex thing a lot like everything. Pleasurable pain that last forever whatever forever is. This heart on my sleave burns like fire satisfy my desire. Sometimes sex is love to die for forever always suicidal.