When loving is choosing,
I always chose you.
Yes, Love was a choice -
Something you couldn't do.
Love, when it breaks, starts a small crack.
The gap only widens when he can't love you back.
And the larger the crevice, the deeper the pain.
Oh, Love is dangerous when it's untamed!
Love is a ghost: unseen, thus unreal.
Love's a kind host when hurt is the meal.
Love isn't a lie, until you're alone.
Love is a war, every battle unwon.
Love is a book, cover torn into shreds.
Love is the words of the chapters, unread.
Love is the ink as it bleeds from the page.
Love is the story, fading with age.
Love is the flower, brown in her cup.
Love is the petals as death curls them up.
Love is a bird, shot from the sky.
Love is the ground as it feels the bird die.
Love is a race where the end is the start.
Love is a girl, hewn at her heart.
Love is a choice.
A choice I'll deny.
Because Love can't be hello when Love is always goodbye.
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