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Why do we fight love.

Love hurts,
Still, I keep going back
Hoping for a better chance
Asking for forgiveness.
Whatever it was that I did wrong
Confuse by Loves dedication to it's nature.
Still tring to understand his nature.

Each,
And everytime,
I try to love,
Love better,
Love gets in the way of me loving him better,
Love tells me I am confuse
That, it is impossible
For me to love Love better.

The duel I have created between
Love and I
Is the pain I feel between,
Myself and the mirror image.
Not wanting to realize,
Love, is already loved
Yet he
I feam to love
Is trapped without a vision.

Who is without love
Is loss in a world of confusion.