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Gabby Muir May 2016
There are worse things than dying, like being in love for example.
Falling in love is like falling asleep at the wheel of a car with someone in the passenger seat--
Everything is okay until it’s not and you are both broken and bleeding and she’s crying and all you can think to say is **** my bad.
I should have known better than to operate a motor vehicle while under the influence of something as poisonous as love.
But the downsides are much clearer from the other side of a shattered windshield.
I can’t help but wonder if beneath all my blood the grass is greener than where I came from.
It isn’t.
my heart still plummets
when I see you next to her
I wish it would stop
Copyright 08-2-2014 Elizabeth Lawrence ©
Sara May 2014
And they call it puppy love
just like a trojan horse
a gift sent from above
only, in the end, to be torched

You long to be longed for
desire to be desired
it's the illness with no cure
a 'strength' to take you higher

Advertised by society
it promises you everything
abundant in variety
an agreement sealed with a ring

There's a reason they call it 'falling'
As what goes up must come down
so don't tell me you had no warning
when love leaves you dead on the ground

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