Love’s cruelty

Her cruel viciousness is

You knowing your worst fears are founded

You sinking into a disrepair and resignation to the reality

Tasteless bland without him,

Worst, torturous, empty -he doesnt care

And yet so eager for the flicker of happiness and hope to roar back into life

By a single text

A single line of dismissive nonchalance that

You read into another opportunity to feel him

He doesn’t care and love mocks you for how energised you are

How full you can be on so little

And you fear it.


* ps but that’s okay!

I tell myself. And everytime..Its better to have loved and lost than not loved, its better to love and feel than feign nonchalance and fuel your pride


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