True Love
True love makes your heart bleed through its weeping cuts
and makes you want to patch up the holes with affection
It makes you wish you never existed
to have to go through moral dilemmas every day
it makes you want to scream with all of your might
with the energy that your soulmate gave you
it isn't true unless it makes you wish you were alive and dead at the same time
you're so in sync it could marvel at synchronized swimmers
swimming in deep pools of passion
It isn't true love unless it causes you pain
and immense joy at the same time
It makes lying in bed looking at the stars so fun
something that you would get tired of in a few seconds if you were alone
It makes you have a perfect puzzle piece for your broken soul
but sometimes perfection isn't everything
And when you have to leave
the memories that you carried will keep playing on like a movie
through the sad, happy, and intense parts
making you wish you never had to leave
They'll always be a part of you,
whether you decide to move on or stay the same mellowing in your sorrow.
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