love is like a bandaid
it heals the rough spot
it heals the wound in our heart
but sometimes
bandaids do not work
and the wound only gets worse
sometimes when we think everything is okay
that's the thing
about love
about everything
but we can't have that hold us back
we learn to grow
and pull off the bandaid
so we can heal
- v.j.g
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Poetrya mad zeal or irresistible craving for freedom recovery poetry book
