Love never dies.
It lives, immortal, once received,
like god. Or herpes.
Sharp, and numb.
Even buried
hobbled
silenced inside.
Stifled, strangled,
it sneaks and tangles,
spun with lies.
love ignored and love denied
is love
is love
is love
A once broken heart seeps
leaks
even. ever. always. mended.
Trickles love and poison.
love stays
love lives
Turn it into hate
spin it into guilt
twist
into
regret
and anger
and disgust
and still
it is love.
Blindsided in the middle of the night,
memories forgotten
for now, or forever.
But days pass,
the world goes on.
And this is it.
















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you know.... i'd try that
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I think so.
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