Inevitable Loss
When you ruin everything, and despite all the pain,
I wait for your quick apology with one of the explanations I have already prepared for your favour,
That’s love.
When words or actions don't fit the incredible frame I constructed around your figure, and my reason barely dares to come and state it, that’s love.
She knows that, when it comes to you, nothing should be said
then gets knocked off by unlimited good-hearted trust.
When I, sometimes, wonder about people’s places in my life,
Whether they deserve them or not, I look up to see you sitting on the forever loved thrown though I hear no such place should exist. That’s love.
When you strike, and I undoubtfully assume it is the joke of the day because the truth was not expected anywhere in my mind,
That’s love.
When I, after a moment, realize it was true, my smile turns to pain, my hands shake because my existence was hit by an earthquake of disappointment. That’s love.
What I was sure about the most concerning people went to dust.
When I attempt to redeem it all and put myself in your position for the 614 times, that’s love.
Instead of finding unspoken excuses, I end up collecting more knives. Listen. Although I am thankful to learn my lesson, I won't say it out loud as a freedom cheer. To me, it seems like an awful nightmare more than liberation. I won't remember it and smile at all because that’s love if you ignore what that is mum!
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