love.

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Dazed and confused as
i look into her hazel eyes. her
eyes are telling me to love her,
her lips telling me to leave.

i stupidly follow her lips,
walking out. throwing us away.

as i ride my motorcycle into
the sunset, i'm suddenly not controlling it anymore.

i put my arms out, as if i'm on
a cross. i close my eyes as my bike drifts into oncoming traffic.

love is pain.

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