if only we could recycle love,
like we recycle plastic bags.
glass bottles,
poured empty of cheap *****.
consumed on nights
where the pain seeps through the invisible wall.
filling the cracks with words of regret,
and stories better left untold.

love can not be recycled,
it is a one time use only.
moulded into unique shapes,
to fit different puzzles,
and run through different blood streams.

you see,
love can not be infinite,
no matter how much we wish it so.
we are only human,
humans who tire easily
and quickly lose hope.

so,
since love can not be recycled,
don’t give a handful of stars,
to someone who won’t even let you in their galaxy.