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A Restless Affliction
Love is knowing that you're not alone
anymore....
Until stories are changed and it walks out the door.
Shoulders shrug and lips part to form a perfunctory "sorry"
as love moves on to another host.
It's moments like these where
love feels like emptiness the most.
It seems for some that love
is only as real as it is convenient.
A blessing when it serves their purpose
A curse
when our world comes crashing down and you find yourself left just out
of the sun's reach.
sometimes, love is a slow released poison...
seeping
into the skin over time without warning.
A quiet infection that forces
a scream
"How could you do this to me?"
I am the masochist
love is the pain I would rather have than nothing
A self serving laceration
And I keep tonging the cut.
Published 28th Nov 2009
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