Same stupidity

You can hear my heart and my breath, you can feel the cold in my shaky hands. There's nothing I can do to hide my ridiculously exposed feelings. You hold me, only to make things worse, I think, and I cry. Clearly I won't stop anytime sooner. We can't live like that, we know. But we seem to don't care, since we're always doing the same terrible thing we always do: to love.