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For those who think we're all just in love with the idea of being in love, I know I'm not one of them

I pinch myself As you cross my mind The thought of you, I fear If only I was as gentle as the whispers you leave in my ear Marks decorate my skin I hold them close their dear For they're what's left Of your effect The tragedy that lies so near

It isn’t that you don’t try. No, you try harder than I do. And that’s the problem. I love you, but, it isn’t right. Therefore I must leave. Just know, it isn’t for me. It’s for you.

Sometimes your existence is all that matters. No words. No sound. Just you placed there in front of me

Perfectly content with scars and wounds For they have marked strength The beauty that so naturally came Not a penny spent Everything perfectly placed Her curves and her edges To please not the eyes of onlookers For her own relish Proudly displaying her branches For those to gaze to admire While we here live for acceptance Our hearts only desire

"A thought is all that is needed" Said they, clenching their fists tightly But thoughts are infinite It's will that conquers the all mighty

This never crossed her mind before The day you told her your secret Since then she can't think of anything more Than that smile she's never noticed And it is unexplainable, this feeling Cause she doesn't feel the same way But the butterflies in her tummy never cease to exist Maybe it just knowing she's lovable that makes her happy Or the little talks full of cheesy pick up lines That give her joy Urges exist ya know After all, she's human too

I mean, I don't know. If it's mutual. And that assurance is all a soul needs to spark. That's all. That one word, can create a lifetime of happiness, and love. And if that isn't amazing, I honestly don't know what is.

Well ‘Love is blind’ is often used, but its meaning doesn’t find its way, into the minds of this generation, cause, well looks decided to stay. And the path of internal beauty, which is now growing rather lonely, for it has been abandoned by lovers. Hidden, deep beneath caked up covers they are. Layers of filters and makeup display. If only cheap desires would disappear. And we could return to the genuine days. But the judgments are inevitable and will find their way, into the minds of our generation, because, well the looks decided to stay.