explain to me this:
how is it that I can feel such love
and despair in the pain it creates?
Is it not well known that any intense happiness
is followed by a crashing back to earth?
My world comes melting down
leaving me in a pool of my own tears.
I know this wholly.
I know it, I do.
And yet, the surrealness with which I love
blinds me to the facts.
It is no satellite,
and yet, I find myself believing my lie.
This love is my apocalypse.
this is all the explanation I need.