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Poetry

The fire came into her soul a blessing, and left as a curse. //Poetry// and probably some writing in between// No. 1

(3) F*ck Love

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by HayHay4325

by HayHay4325

I said I'd never love again,
Trust again,
feel again.

And then you looked at me.

I stopped,
I thought for a while,
There was something about your smile-

And from that moment on,

I couldn't get enough of you.
It's crazy,
I lied to myself.

Here I am,

Trusting again.
I'm on that path to love again,
And I'm starting to feel broken again.

I'm scared,

I'm lost,
I don't know what to do.
I'm losing my mind over every piece of you.

Am I making a mistake?

This attraction,
It'll make or break-
But is this more than I can take?

~
If you're wondering how I named this piece, it's just because love sucks. It's the worst.
-Haylie's mood rn