Love,
is the ability to let people completely crush you and then put you back together.
Love,
is showing the hidden parts of you to someone else, even if you hate it.
Love,
it drives you crazy, it tears you apart, it may not be real.
But
Love,
it can tear you apart, or put you back together.
Love,
it either makes you or breaks you.
Love,
it is something to cherish while you have it.
Love?
It's rare.
It's painful.
It's love.
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Starry Nights & Budding Flowers
PoetryPoems for various kinds of hearts. Whole, broken, mending or innocent.