You want a love that you can claim to be yours.
You want a love which will say “I come to stay”
yet you keep happiness at arm’s length.
You are holding too tight to the bruises on your heart
which will never love you back.
If you fall again, you might crash but if you
avoid love, loneliness will creep up and deliver
you a slow and painful death
Love this line ‘You are holding too tight to the bruises on your heart
which will never love you back.’
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Excellent poem 🙂
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Heart wrenching-ly beautiful.
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ouch
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