When love expires,
it will have been too late;
you'll find it dead,
died
a slow painful death,
it tried to tell you
bleeding, begging for mercy
for healing
for repair
but you didn't see blood
behind your rose-tinted glasses.
When love expires,
you'll stop lying
to yourself
and skim
through all the happy memories,
trying to find
where things went wrong.
You doubt every moment,
every smile,
until you doubt
your love itself.
When love expires,
you'll be angry
and feel cheated
because you think
you gave too much
and got too little;
you have entitled yourself
to the emotions
you were owed.
When love expires,
you'll look
for someone to blame.
you
for not noticing early;
him
for being a fucking jerk;
literally everyone else
because blaming
feels godly
but deep inside
you know
it's no one's fault
When love expires,
the signs will be there
and they will be ignored
maybe because
we choose
to be blissfully unaware
or maybe because
we know that
there's absolutely nothing
that can be done
except accept the fact
that love expires.
When love expires,
we cry
and then move on.
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How They Loved
شِعرI have never loved. I think I never will. But to understand it, I need to write about it. Like a detached astronaut on the moon observing the earth, the following pieces are my attempts to represent love in words through my observations of the exper...
