Love is Pure

March 17, 2008
By Jordon Crane, Orem, UT

Love is pure.
Pure corruption of the soul.
It makes me hurt myself,


My heart feels like it’s gonna beat out of my chest and bleed to death.









Sometimes I wish it would.
I don’t think straight.

It’s no longer about me.




It’s





All






About







YOU
You hurt me everyday, and I come back for more.
I can’t say no.
When I do I’m the one at fault, and yet somehow it’s okay.





I’ll excuse it as, ‘this is just the way it is.’
I love you.

You say you feel the same.




We don’t…






We’re corrupted.


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