Love is like a lost dog,
to me.
It follows me around, every time, every day,
with a different name,
and at a different place.
Sometimes I like it,
sometimes I don't.
Sometimes I want it,
most times I don't.
Even though it is a lost dog,
it has teeth.
I have been bitten too many times
to let another bite.
Is it a risk that I am willing to take?
What if this one does not bite?
What if this one is different from the others?
It's complicated, and people take it for granted.
They think it is easy to understand.
Love is the most complicated thing in life.
Even though we think we may not want it,
we end up getting it.

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