I'm not going to write about love
because love doesn't love me.
Love comes around with his unmistakable smiles
his unmistakable scent
and with those unmistakable words
that he just feeds my unmistakably hungry soul.
He spoils me with words like never and forever
and I love how that sounds.
so, I believe him.
Not once does he mention that his scent and his smile
will soon be a memory.
No, he always seems to forget to remind me
that never comes so quickly and forever ends tomorrow.
And no, he didn't tell me,
not one time,
that he is a transformer.
Haha, yes, a transformer
that I will encounter time after time:
Same song, different voice.
So, I'm not going to write about love.
Instead, I'm going to write about.

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