Love doesn't hurt,
That's the limerance-
It takes everything away,
and strips you bare.
Forced to confront
Your greatest desires,
Both shot down and held up,
Hope found in a fog.
Lost on the moor of indecision,
Seeking the sanctuary of complacancy,
Fixated on a distant land,
And travelling there unwillingly.
Seeking reciprocation for something
You do not even feel,
Like longing for salt to quench a thirst,
Losing a sense of decency.
Sweet like a forbidden fruit,
The desire of a childs mind,
Uninterested in that subtle perfection,
Though still found it one-of-a-kind.
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