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it was a cold winter day when love left suitcase in hand messily packed in a rush never predicting the tragedy of loss she would endure it was i who was prepared broken words running endless circles around my mind suitcase in hand neat and pristine i was the tragedy haunted memories running endless circles around my mind perfection tainted by the poison seeping deep surface level loving digging deeper how was i to know this well was a grave but oh how perfect love was a captivating collision of beauty and pain shards of her plastering every part of me but oh how perfect we were love’s extended visit straight out of a storybook i was the one to open the door what cruel trick of fate sanctioned me to close it to see love was not to know love but once you knew her to see her was to see perfection but for a messy human to see perfection was nothing more than a road diverged into a thousand paths all cursed with the same ending heartbreak is inevitable in a world of hurt someone must walk down the road how tragic that love must bear the burden of others’ self-inflicted pain constantly giving herself away to those not stable enough to hold her still oh how perfect she is how trusting of the untrustable how caring of the careless how loving of the unlovable and how lucky i was to meet love halfway down the road
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Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 9:31 PM UTC
halfway down the road
it was a cold winter day when love left suitcase in hand messily packed in a rush never predicting the tragedy of loss she would endure it was i who was prepared broken words running endless circles around my mind suitcase in hand neat and pristine i was the tragedy haunted memories running endless circles around my mind perfection tainted by the poison seeping deep surface level loving digging deeper how was i to know this well was a grave but oh how perfect love was a captivating collision of beauty and pain shards of her plastering every part of me but oh how perfect we were love’s extended visit straight out of a storybook i was the one to open the door what cruel trick of fate sanctioned me to close it to see love was not to know love but once you knew her to see her was to see perfection but for a messy human to see perfection was nothing more than a road diverged into a thousand paths all cursed with the same ending heartbreak is inevitable in a world of hurt someone must walk down the road how tragic that love must bear the burden of others’ self-inflicted pain constantly giving herself away to those not stable enough to hold her still oh how perfect she is how trusting of the untrustable how caring of the careless how loving of the unlovable and how lucky i was to meet love halfway down the road
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Feb 22, 2019
Feb 22, 2019 at 9:31 PM UTC
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