When I loved first it was different.
It was strong enough to make me do stupidly illogical things.
I felt like it would last until the end of time.
I let myself fall without resisting.
I was blissfully ignorant.
It was everything I ever wanted.
The second time I loved it was different too.
It was easy and flowed like water.
I didn't have to try so hard.
It was fun but not for fun.
It was second nature.
Love was simple but so amazingly complex.
The third time I loved was different.
It was just by chance.
It was wild and free.
It was young but has potential.
It was primal.
The fourth time I loved it was difficult.
It was hard because I could only love with what was left of me.
When I fell I struggled and fought against it.
I was loved with everything that remained.
My belief in love was anew.
The fifth time I love hasn't happened and may not ever happen.
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Poems From a Mad mind.
PoetryPoems I have written. They tend to be quick reads. Some sad, happy, depressing, deep, and everything in between. They are not all good but I like to think I have a few good ones scattered through. Some are short some are longer. So are simple some a...
