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Oct 2018
When you said the word "Love",
What I saw was a loaded gun.
You holding the trigger
and I, looking down it's barrel.
Standing at this very spot again
my demons were screaming.
"Runaway" they said.
"Save yourself from yet another wound."
It was instilled in my mind
that love, brings pain and suffering.
That love.. was a matter of
Until when.
Until when would you love me?
How long till you would shoot me down,
and leave me bleeding,
Suffering from the after effects.
Just like every other person
who brought up the word "love".
So as the days passed
I waited,
I waited for the moment
that you'd pull the trigger.
But you never did.
Fearing the repetition of history,
I hadn't realised
that the gun I was petrified by
was no longer in your hands.
But forgotten
on the ground.
This was something
I never anticipated.
Something
I had only dreamt of.
It was hard to believe
'Cause dreams never came true
But unlike everyone
Before you
In your arms
Happiness finally chose me.
When you meet the one.. it wouldn't be like any other. You'd let your guards down no matter how much you've suffered in the past. 'Cause that's just what love is.
Ijla
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Ijla  19/F/Maldives
(19/F/Maldives)   
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