Love is just another,
way to say hurt.
When you love,
You will get hurt.
When you get hurt,
You will love.
And so it is a cycle;
Never-ending cruelty;
A life of torture.
Like broken glass,
It can be terrifying,
And lovely,
When in reality,
You will only
Get
Hurt.
Like physical wounds,
The marks of love will heal,
But they always leave a scar;
Terribly sweet,
Aching longing,
Or dangerous and piercing.
And I fear I have fallen.
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PoetryDear World, I don't know who I am. This is me trying to find out. Book 1
