30| s m o o t h e r r o r s ;
"I'll let you know the truth for once,
If someone admits of loving you,
All they admit is how much of time you've wasted,
From cleaning their shit to their beds,
Each morning,
Each weekend,
From cooking their favourite dish to,
Picking up cracked plates,
From red lips to closed doors,
To sleeping in separate rooms,
From pacts to empty beds,
From scornful eyes to beaming smiles,
All that is nothing at the end of the day,
It's a simple knee jerk reaction,
Reaching out to someone again and again,
When you know you have fucked up,
It's that easy to convince what love is."
-how my parents love each other.
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