It's like laying on cold concrete,
it's turning over to cuddle your best friend,
but they're not there.
Love is dangerous,
because without them,
the bed turns into that cold concrete,
your best friend is now a stranger.
You feel different,
like a part of you is missing,
because there is a part of you missing,
you thought that was the right piece,
to complete your puzzle of life.
Oh how sadly you were mistaken,
they weren't right for you,
that's why they left,
but they had you fooled,
so that's why you hurt.
But this isn't about break ups,
or hate,
or lust,
or like,
it's about love,
what it truly is,
and what we think it is.
Two very different things.
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