Depressing poems and shit

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When you've been abandoned so many times, how is it that you still dare to love?

How is that courage still pouring through you so defiantly?

I'm surprised that you're so undaunted.

I remember, you know. 

I remember how you wept and cursed and scorned love. 

I remember how broken you seemed.

I remember you refusing to sing the songs your heart desired.

I remember the dances you put on hold. 

I remember you neglected the love that was waiting for you.

He was waiting for you.

You came back.

You came back and the music and art started to flow once more.

You came back and you were never broken just down.

You came back and wept and praised and adored love.

You came back and you loved harder than ever before.

Deeper.

Sweeter.

Braver.