Unfinished Business

 
Love, why does it come with heartbreaks?
Can't it be simple and sober and everlasting?
Like everything happy and forever jamming
Love, why does it comes with conditions
Can't it be symphony to my soul?
Like the only music needed in my bones
Everything seems so simple yet so complicated
Anything you gave me yesterday became so alarming
And I commit over and over again
The same crime which was supposedly finished
But it came back,
Again.

-Arya Ruth