Some love stories aren't meant for the ages,
to be turned into poems and live forever on pages.
They're meant for graffiti scrawls
on old brick walls and
long nights of laughter with
no memory of it after.
Lipstick smeared across your collar and
maybe she was worth every dollar;
initials carved into benches,
written in journals and painted on fences.
You had it for a while but they may never know how,
because some love stories are meant for the now.
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