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How was I to know

How was I to know,
That love could not grow
In cracked cement.
How was I to know,
That we were both the scattered
Cement pieces leftover
From a terrible earthquake.
How was I to know, your love, your touch
Even your voice would bring my
Broken pieces salvation.
How was I to know our love would
Grow to be so addicting.

How was I to know when enough was
Enough?
When a drug is so alluringly intoxicating,
It's laughable to think you'd ever put it down.
How was I suppose to know that out of
Everything I've been through and everything I've done
You'd be the one
To make me breathless.
How was I to know our love was like a premature baby.
Unready to be unleashed into the world.
Still alive and prominent, but here just a bit too soon.
How was I to know to let it go...
Is there not faith that even a premature baby will grow strong and triumph the odds

How was I to know we needed space
To grow
When all I wanted was
To grow with you

They say two broken souls could never heal each other.
I disagree
If you love each other enough to
Help aid in healing one another
No matter how toxic it may get,
If that love is still unconditional
And pure
It can and will heal any broken soul.
I believe that love heals all...

But how was I to know
That all we did was
Pile on more rubble to our broken souls.

I'm sorry I loved you crazy,
How was I to know that loving you
Would drive us crazy.
Written by Namastashe
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