Love

"Love"

Love.
I have grown,
To hate that word.
Too many promises,
I only thought,
I heard.

Love is beautiful and bitter,
Endlessly harsh and cold.
It is at the heart,
Of the saddest stories told.

So I stray from feeling,
Even saying it too much.
I've become too cold,
Caught in its icy clutch.

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05 17 08

But you should not fear.
For if you do,
You will miss all of the people,
That are here for you.