eternity | vk

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i'm sorry

for breaking your mug today.

you told me it wasn't much

as i apologized,

but that too

made my mind spin.

they say love is unbreakable,

it's eternal.

but it seems to me,

that it's like a glass vase,

fragile,

yet precious.

but we insist on tossing it about.

perhaps it's the thrill that some enjoy,

but the constant, looming threat

only makes my heart pound.

perhaps it's the risk that some enjoy,

but the possibility

only shatters me to pieces.

but i know

that isn't what love is.

and if we have that,

then what do we have?

(please don't hate me.)