Love

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Why don't I love like I used to?

Ever been broken beyond repair, then broken again?

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I loved you endlessly, I still do
You loved me too.
You knew my pain, still do
I knew yours too, I was part of your pain; pains.  

We were happy,
I gave you all the love I had and left none for me, none for anything else.
With you, my pain was gone, it was sleeping
My pain woke up and I ran to you,
Away you sent me; to yonder you left, this was the first time I broke.

I said "It was a bad day"
And again I ran back, this time, you shattered me more, before I could even repair the pieces you broke.

Still broken, I explained my pain, said you were sorry.
Next day you shattered me, shattered my shattered pieces.
Left me at a point of no repair,
I still love you, you know my weakness is you.
And I keep holding on.

"I just want somebody to treat me like somebody, just want somebody to love me, to listen"
I cried myself to sleep each night.

Until that somebody came.
I forgot my desolate state,
We laughed; scratch that cachinnated and loved, a lot
We'd stare at each other, and silently have long conversations.
And when you were done fixing me, putting my pieces back together, even though I could see the cracks; I was elated, you left.

I love you, but wouldn't take you back.

"why don't you love as much anymore," those who have known me ask.
"why don't you love?" those who don't know me ask.
I've loved too much.

I believe in love.
I know  it exists for I have loved,
For I have fallen before,
But love, I don't think I want to see you ever again.

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