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i am aphrodite at the after party.

golden apple in hand.

dancing under the willow tree

with the sweatest heart in all the land.

what would you do

if i told you i loved you, too?

were you being truthful?

is this something to get used to?

what do you want to be

when you are seventy three?

are you being him with me?

i'm building it up in my head,

like always.

love isn't real. it's nothing.

love doesn't do any good for the mind.

love breaks your heart.

love causes sleep loss.

love makes you cry in public

until a stranger offers their sympathies.

it can be fun for a while,

but it never stays for long.

it's a fletting thing

kept around by a wedding ring.

it leaves you helpless on a sunday night.

sometimes, at best, you can see the light.

but everything just seems so dim.

nothing fucks me up like love.

it rewires your brain,

causes you to see things that aren't real.

view people differently.warped.

when someone tells me they love me,

i truly don't believe them.

start questioning everything about them.

picking out what may be a lie

in every day conversation.

turning everything into an interrogation.

love is useless when death is always waiting.

don't tell me you love me.

after the last storm passed,

i wouldn't care if i ever saw it again.