Irony
Why do we love those who don't love us, and not love those who are inlove with us?
Why do we have to separate ways, in the moment where we wanted to stay together?
Why do we have to break up with people not because we don't love them anymore, but because we love them so much we have to let go?
Why can't it be all simple?
I've grown to realize the best answer to all these— love is complicated and we're all fucked up.
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Evanescence (Poetry & Prose)
Poetrythere is so much i want to tell you, yet i have no voice to say. then words came to the rescue, and poetry has it all became. ➿ to all our constants who treated us as temporary ➿ Highest Rank: #6 in Literary & 3 in Short Poetry (tags) #11 in Broken...
