Small Parts of Love
how is it that love
can break things,
yet in the same breath
it can mend things?
it must be something
to do with
who we are;
and how hard we fall
into loves’ oblivion.
take a man for instance,
they say he thinks
of sex every 6 seconds.
what if she deprived
him of it?
would that open a small
hole in his heart for a
small part of love to
escape?
would sex be
the only thing
To seal
the hole?
take woman for instance,
they dream of romance
and magic scenarios-
but just say his brush
paints black,
would they dump him for
being boring,
then realise
that deep down he’s a lovely guy,
then take him back?
how is it that love
can break things,
yet in the same breath
it can mend things?
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