what is love? he had asked because all he knew was a lie and everything he heard about was very dream-like
(lucid and fragile in the way she touched him)
do they tell?
about the hurt it entails or the thorns awaiting; that rip at his heart and not leave his soul he doesn't bleed nor does he gasp & his lungs does not feel the air or the warmth of his consoling friend
(desperate and quick just like how she came and left)
and as his breaths come out like he's s u f f o c a t i n g
do they tell?
he doesn't have three pixelated hearts or the cheat codes to save himself a heartache and all that's left is the ruins of the walls he spent years creating none that can built up ever again he doesn't get a restart or an unwind button for the matter
(crumped and tossed; broken and burned as she walks away untethered by the sorrow she left behind)
[ he is just a second choice ]
do they tell?
Love is Sin in its greatest form so raw and crimson you go blind f o r e v e r.
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