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Love's House
  Love is like a house
  Sometimes you feel safe
  Especially when you’re surrounded by
  Horrible conditions.
  Sometimes, however,
  Not even your house is enough.
  It breaks and buckles under pressure.
  Some aren’t built right,
  Exposing vulnerable areas
  That collapse upon a specific impact.
  Your house can hurt you when it falls apart.
  The sounds of distress leave you trembling.
  The worker that built this house knows how to knock it down;
  They will if they’re angry.
  This person you trusted to build you a secure structure
  Turned right around and decimated everything
  Like the home was made out of cards,
  And they were a bored, curious child
  Incapable of comprehending how such a form
  Was created.
  If you’ve learned, either through difficult circumstances or simple ones,
  You’ll build your own house and let enter whoever you please.
  That way, you can make the home as strong as you’d like.
  If you desire to kick your visitor out, pain will be minimal;
  At least on your end, that is,
  Because you still have a house
  That no one can knock down but you.

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This was a piece created by a prompt in my Creative Writing class. We had to write about love, but at the time I started writing this, I was at conflict with some aspects of love. I aspired to end it on a more positive note, however, because it felt necessary for those who have the same problems and more.