I find myself looking for love in places where love is tearing off clothes
And love is tipsy and drunken
And love last as long as the highI find that this is not the same love I once knew
This love does not fit in the holes from past
Like cramming the circle block through the square hole
I am always left a little more broken and a little less functionalI find that this love lasts only seconds
Maybe minutes if I'm lucky
But this love is fleeting
Running like a wounded rabbit chased by the dog
It is short livedI find myself fearing my addiction
I fear I will become stuck in an endless loop of one night stands and parties I don't remember
I fear that maybe I will become so caught up in these loves
I will miss my chance for a real love
The love that started this addictionI find myself missing that real love
I find myself looking for that one real love
And in every crowded room
I find myself looking for you
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Something Broken
PoetryA collection of poetry I pulled from the pieces of a broken heart.