Read Between the Lines
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They say that love is blind
Although
I am not sure why, considering that
We
As humans seem to
Have
A fixed expectation of ideal perfection,
Grown
From a culture of long lasting insecurity, which as a result has been tearing us
Apart.
Although we have periods of stability,
Like
The calm before the storm,
The
Sea of emotions that are constantly
Shifting
Leave my heart to shatter like filthy
Plates
Thrown viciously against the walls and on to the floor.
Of
Course nothing can truly be achieved without a struggle, but
The
Intensity of your temper seems to persist to the ends of the
Earth.
They say that the past should be left behind, but
I
Still remember wondering to myself:
“Will
Anything ever get better?” And even now I can’t help but find myself
Always
Asking these kinds of questions, asking if I even deserve
Love;
If I ever even deserved
You.