Tell me once again, what made you think that love was disposable?
Her "I love you" is not a license that you can use every time your mistakes hurt the woman inside her mind.
You have no right to claim that you cared, when all along, you were just scared to be alone.
Loneliness is nicer than duplicity.
Choose to leave this heart intact,
It's not even yours to keep.
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What Love Used To Look Like
Poetry"What Love Used To Look Like" is a collection of short prose, poems, and contemplations about love, hurt, disappointments, and brokenness anyone experiences or has experienced at least once in their short lives. The collection intends to show the di...
