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Love Hurts

They say that love is scary
But I never truly knew
Until I found my lover,
Who wrapped me around his finger
And told me that love is scary.
Attached at the hip, attached at the brain
We lived in a concurrent world
My breath was yours
And yours was mine
Then it came crashing down
As I gasped for breath
And scrambled for existence
Not knowing which way my heart was,
Which way my brain was,
Which way my throat was.
I had to pick up the pieces
Of the shattered mosaic
That was once my heart.




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