Love
Love is simply a four letter word to cover up f-e-a-r. It's a counterfeit posterior for
the strength to leave individuals behind that don't belong in that certain someone's
life. We all try and find reasons to why we wont rid ourselves of that person. Then we
lead back to the same excuse of: the cover up word LOVE! I myself have been drawn into
that cycle of the mistakenly diagnosed condition of love. I could say that I put myself in
that situation by leaving the one I loved{ or at least thought I did} for the one I liked.
And in the end he left me for the one he clams to have loved.So where are the lonely
individuals resembling me left? Drowning in our own tears. Then we realize that the
feelings that we thought we had weren't there at all. But the one's that broke our hearts
will never truly know the pain we felt. And sadly they probably don't even care. That's
where we have to make that cold hard decision that it isn't worth it. No one person should
have any type any shape or ANY form of control over one's emotions. So those like me must
move on and congratulate that one that will forever hold the original master key to the
door we call our hearts.
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