what you want isn't always what you need
ive come to realize that love does not exist.
Love, something that flatters where you are at the time.
love in turn should be called deception.
shards of truth scattered amongst a multitude of lies.
callow words so softly spoken seem like sonet #116,
leading you to believe that the glimmer in his eye
is the sure spark of emotion.
never suspecting it was indeed the reflection of your nose ring.
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