They used to write of love
With an elegance and air
That made you crave it deep in your soul
Made it so
The only thing worth living for
Was to find that love
A love that was more than love
A love that cultivates
One where whatever your soul and their soul were made of
They were the same
A love worthy of sacrifices and fighting the world
But all of that passion and promise
Never prepared me
For the absolute crushing blow
That came once the poem ended
When the epic love decided
You just weren't worth it anymore
No one told me that instead of giving up everything for love
I'd just want to give up
The tears of joy
And the simple smiles
That would be stolen from me
The absolute hallowed pit in my chest
That I would have to learn to live with
All the love poems in the world
That fed my insatiable need for romance
And not once in reading them
Did I realize
Something had to happen
Once the poem ended
About the Creator
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