I once heard someone say
That for a wound to heal you have to stop playing with it,
or you could re open it.
I think that love is the same way.
Because no matter how many times I get over you;
All you have to do is show up,
and I'm reeled back in.
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Love and Other Fuckups
PoetryA collection of poems and drabbles about things such as life, love, and fucking up.