The Heartache I Crave

Why have a heart if it doesn't hurt,
If it beats in calm, untouched by the dirt?
Love is not a gentle, unbroken flight
It aches, it stings, it shatters the night.

Is it real love if I don’t die a bit,
At the end when our paths split?
In the quiet, where silence grows deep,
Your absence carves scars that memory keeps.

I die and reborn, you take my breath away
The heart beats to die every single day.
Love buries me under pulsing flames,
I'm a phoenix, forever bound to these games.

What is love if not life's cruel art?
To paint with joy but tear apart.
Yet I crave the fall, the ache, the fight
For love is the wound that gives life its light.