It is only those who find themselves in love in the world
Who will suffer an anguish of mortality--
which is not what we wanted.
My heart uselessly opens to 3 words,
and I was not enough for them,
for you.
You don't speak them again and
there's a knot in my head
that will never be untied.
Love, like a poem, is never finished
love, like a poem, can only be abandoned.
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