Wounded By Love
Love is so sweet and tender.
Love is beautiful.
Love is addictive. Yes, addictive.
We want more of it each day,
like a smoker craving for a cigarette.
A kiss, a touch, a present, a date....they
are not enough to satisfy us.
We want our lovers to be with us
every minute of our existence,
gazing at each other like the moon
gazing at the ocean tides.
At times it hurts so much,
when love goes too deep in us - it sees
and touches secrets that shouldn't be touched
or seen. It acts as a homing device for our lovers'
eyes, making them see our weaknesses - they either
stick with us in pain or leave.
Love then becomes pain,
bitterness, and regret.
We wish we hadn't found love before,
to avoid hurting ourselves.
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