love sick

Love is a form of socially acceptable insanity.

Place them in an institution.

White walls enclosing in fast.

Time will heal what the insanity has brought fourth.

But the scars will never fade.

Why do we desire it?

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It's been a while. A happiness interlude perhaps. But it wasn't happiness... it was... safe. I cut away the lock and let the safety drop...

eyes blurred shoulders tense back feeling like a thousand bricks. I turn the page... Page? What is a page. I scroll down the screen* on...

how? mere moments together, but you still stain the more I scrub the deeper it seeps into my thoughts a game of tug-of-war as cinderella...