Loves a lie,
that tricks us
into thinking its true,
Never alive,
yet never dead,
never ready to end,
yet not willing to begin,
Love like hate,
starts from within,
surface scars,
are the wounds of emotion.
we feel exempt,
to the hurt and pain,
when in reality,
we remain open,
for the hope,
that one day,
love won’t hurt us again.
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