we love and we love and we love
and when we cease to
we realize we never truly loved
but forced our heads and hands to fabricate
the infinity of my selfish adoration for you
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A/N: in actually i wonder when love stops being innocent. when it becomes a need for skin on skin or an ache to use another voice to drown out the ones in your head, but then i think that perhaps it never is innocent. suppose that we build this feeling up to be the strongest force flowing through our veins and filling the air, but it's not is it. it's always because because because it's never "just cause". and perhaps that's why love is so hard for me to believe in. because im unsure of what it truly is. is it ever innocent.
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Poetry[completed] some half assed thoughts i've had about unrequited love and unnecessary hope shattering revelations
