My Love In The Wrong Hands

My Love In The Wrong Hands

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"I love you Lyric! How many times do I have to tell you that." he yelled at me. "How am I suppose to know your telling me the truth? How do I know you won't hurt me?" I cried. "Man I can't take this no more. I'm tired, physically and emotionally" he said as he walked towards the front door to leave. "I'M SORRY! Please don't go! I'm trying. I promise I am, it's just hard" I yelled crying even harder. He stop in his tracks and turned around to look me in my eyes. He then kissed me on my forehead. "Call me when you got it all together and figured out. Because this" he pointed from me to him " Isn't healthy" He then turned back around continuing his walk out the house closing the door behind him. When you've never felt love how are you to know when it's in your path? Love, that's a strong feeling. I've always wanted someone to love me but my reality is that no one ever will! My struggle is greater then me. Its like even when people say they love me ,it feels foreign.
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I adored the way love appeared on the big screen-two people destined to go to great lengths just to be together. Above all else, they bent the world to make space for their love. And yet, I never once asked why: if love is boundless, without constraint, why does it so often arrive as an interruption-demanding more than it can give? Maya says love recognizes no barriers. I take that as gratitude for those with genuine hearts and sound minds. As for me, if you must intrude, disturb my peace-not my time. I remember the first time you let my heart bleed. We were young, and I prayed to God to change your mind-but my life was just beginning. I told myself, if it's meant to be, it will find its way back to me. So I wiped my tears and continued on my way. But then I found you again. Maybe I should have turned the other way. Maybe I should have been harder, colder, wiser. But something in me stayed soft. And just maybe-you were the answer. So I stayed. And I pray that my love for you won't be the end of me.

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