oh love, doesn’t the fact that the world is so big,
laid out like ripe fruit
make you want to stay?

There is no fruit which is not bitter before it is ripe

Now, I see! He really kept his promise. He continued to love me, until my heart stopped beating. But, actually, it was his heart that stopped beating, stopped beating for me.

love
is giving everything too easily
then staying to try and claw it back

What is happening to me happens to all fruits that grow ripe.
It is the honey in my veins that makes my blood thicker, and my soul quieter.

Why harvest before the fruits gets ripe?