The subjectivity of love

You have said that I'm a star,
And
Upon your heart a bleeding scar
While I'm watcing you sigh and bleed
I wonder..
Are we in love by force or need?

How can I ever say 'this is the end'
Let me remind you whispers in bed
'I swear on my life'..
'I swear for life'..
But I am not a ordinary wife

I live in a world that's only mine
I have no interest in things that shine
but if you want to say goodbye
I'll drop a tear and won't ask why

A tear to manipulate you to feel
A tear that even I
can't tell
if it's real.
All our talks about what I shouldn't do
Is this a nightmare or a dream came true?

Our love exists cause hate exists
We're close together like a fist
but detached like north and south poles
connected by long distance subconscious'calls.


Some of my dreams came true
and if I'll spend my life with you
I'll know that I'd been heard
and I'll be grateful for what I get.