Love


Busy
Love is-
what i know now to be-
a liar.
Often,
fake,unserious, and anything
unnerving.

Love leaves,
for the pay period.
However, Love returns.
Because, sadly,
Love is like that.
Love likes it;
the hurt that is.
I love you Love.
Who
else do you love?
Love.

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