Love is, 

replacing the soothing touch of water 

with the burn of swirling red. 

Love is, 

broken glass on the ground, 

not being able to differentiate red from red.

Love is, 

freely seeking comfort in another’s bed, 

knowing your own will be empty anyway. 

Love is, 

conceiving a child, 

in the hopes it will turn your lives around. 

Love is, 

heated argu...

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