'So Cruel' by U2

We crossed the line
Who pushed you over?
It doesn't matter to you
It matters to me

We're cut adrift
But still floating
I'm only hanging on
To watch you go down... my love

I disappeared in you
You disappeared from me
I gave you everything you ever wanted
It wasn't what you wanted

The men who love you, you hate the most
They pass right through you like a ghost
They look for you but your spirit is in the air
Baby... your nowhere

You say in love there are no rules
Sweetheart
You're so cruel

Desperation is a tender trap
It gets you every time
You put your lips to her lips
To stop the lie

Her skin is pale like God's only dove
Screams like an angel for your love
Then she makes you watch her from above
And you need her like a drug

You say in love there are no rules
Sweetheart
You're so cruel

She wears my love
Like a see-through dress
Her lips say one thing
Her movements something else

Oh love
Like a screaming flower
Love
Dying every hour

And you don't know if it's fear or desire
Danger the drug that takes you higher?
Head of Heaven
Fingers in the mire

Her heart is racing... you can't keep up
The night is bleeding like a cut
Between the horses of love and lust
We are trampled underfoot

You say in love there are no rules
Sweetheart
You're so cruel

To stay with you I'd be a fool
Sweetheart
You're so cruel

The Power of Words

'What sticks with me above all was spending so much time kissing you - like I said once in a text message... it's like breathing. I remember most just being intimate. Grasping, feeling, snuggling, & kissing. I remember saying something cheeky and in response I got something equally cheeky in return; you grabbed my head and placed your mouth by my ear after a pause, you whispered "ASSHOLE!" I'll never forget it - the timing was impeccable. I think your ability to be so truly intimate is what sets you apart in the eyes of someone who puts emotion first.'

'Your eyebrows with their devilish curves, your beautiful eyes and beautiful face, lip ring and curly hair and full lips mixed up with your unabashed sexuality are complete. sensory. overload.'

I still can't believe that someone could write this way about me. Thank you for the amazing and lovely words; you have no idea how much they mean to me.