enamoured

it comes and goes

i never know

when it dares to strike

.

it doesn’t know

what can hurt me

but it knows

just what i like

.

so that hurt

intensifies—

and takes the

form of love

.

it breaks me down

and tears away all the

things i couldn’t have.

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