I used to know love.
It used to live here, inside my soul.
It would fill me with joy.
It would light up when I saw Her.
But She was not real.
Love had tricked me,
A ***** trick indeed.
It had tossed me a false person, a figment of my imagination.
It caused so much despair and pain that I cast love aside.
I am afraid of it.
Love hurt me.
And it hadn't even really existed in the first place.
She was beautiful and strong and intelligent.
But She was gone before I could even realize she was not real.
Now, my soul has a scar.
It has since then retired to the darkest corners,
Reeling in my subconscious,
Collecting dust.
Apr 14, 2018
Apr 14, 2018 at 6:29 PM UTC
I used to know love.
It used to live here, inside my soul.
It would fill me with joy.
It would light up when I saw Her.
But She was not real.
Love had tricked me,
A ***** trick indeed.
It had tossed me a false person, a figment of my imagination.
It caused so much despair and pain that I cast love aside.
I am afraid of it.
Love hurt me.
And it hadn't even really existed in the first place.
She was beautiful and strong and intelligent.
But She was gone before I could even realize she was not real.
Now, my soul has a scar.
It has since then retired to the darkest corners,
Reeling in my subconscious,
Collecting dust.
I loved once.
But She wasn't even real.
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