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we used to sit and talk

so cynically

but now you’ve gone and done it

you’ve gone and broken your heart

now whom I will laugh with

about the tragedy of love

you’ve gone and broken your heart

and left me behind.

I’m sick of it all

let’s move out into the sun

and not think about love

this is so messy

let’s clean it up

let’s not talk about

things we weren’t meant to think about anyway

because

if you ask me

honestly

it’s not worth it.

don’t mistake me.

I’m a hardened skeptic

because if I weren’t

I would be much unhappier than I am right now

love is a spider

eating away at my brain

so I shoo it away

not kill it, because you can’t kill love

I shoo it away

but it comes back

and tenaciously builds cobwebs

in the corners of my mind

until

until

I think I might explode under the pressure

so I try to step back

step away

but it dogs my footsteps

I’m afraid, a little, of dogs

I’m afraid of love

that’s it, yes

I’m afraid because

love is a wide blue sky

with a yawning abyss at my feet

but I don’t have wings

so I have nowhere to go

but down.