Why is it,
that I can take a razor blade
and cut symbols into my skin
Yet I can't
take the pain
that comes with Love.

The physical pain
that is so
often associated with death
Is nothing compared
to the feeling of being
left for dead by the one you love

The pain
it grows slowly
almost creeping up on you,
unlike the pain of death
it does not go away
after a few minutes
and then subsides to nothing

You live with it everyday
every second and
every hopeless breath
If this is what love
will feel like every time
I happily say that I don't
want love in my life.

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