Blue Valentine

Love that won't let go, even when it should. The kind that leaves bruises from words, kisses after arguments, and an eternal pendulum between ‘it's over’ and ‘okay, let's try again.’ It is cold as ice on your wrist and hot as a fever that cannot be cured - because you are used to the heat.

In this song, feelings spill out like glass after a blow: sharp, shiny, impossible to glue back together. But you still want to pick up the pieces, even if you cut your hands again. There is something mesmerising about this blue - like a scar that should have been forgotten long ago, but you are afraid to lose a part of yourself along with it.