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by Mona N
Rated: E · Poetry · Romance/Love · #2045384
A lover's description of post-breakup experiences.
Love’s the cruelest game of all,
One that beats hope to its last grain,
When lovers’ plans of futures fall,
With their drowsed smiles and laughs the same,

It’s so hard to contemplate,
Love as the spell and curse it bears,
When that wretch found it’s far too late,
With not a stich for its claws’ tears,

Promises of comforting arms,
Torn off skin by treachery,
Sounding all insecure alarms,
A confidence catastrophe,

“Maybe he is just confused,
What if she’s been forced to this,
It is not my heart abused,
But situational ignorance”,

Oh all many a tale it be,
To save the fragile mold inside,
That carries your security,
Held up strong by your deep denial.
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