“Heart in the self made hole”

What if I were to swear off love 

swear off the heavens above 

My heart hurts for what I've yet to meet 

Wonder if not knowing love makes me less complete 

Perhaps I’m waiting for divine intervention 

The fear within finds no redemption

Paint me with colors that are unknown

I’ll still end up a gray bag of bones

I hate the pain and discontent

Not for the way it sits in my heart

But the guilt inside

Ripping apart