Unfortunately

Wearing your clothes, because they smell like you

Feeling like a bandaid on my wound, but it isn't doing its job,

Because this wound won't be healing.

Not now, not ever.

How do you get over a love that still exists?

A love that goes so deep, radiates your body

but crushes you the same.

Oh that feeling of being alive.

That feeling of the core meaning of being human.

The best part of being human.

Love.

Loves comes with its hurt and is

always worth it.

Always.

To deeply feel that piece of primal passion and using the full organ

of pumping blood.

It spilling out in joy. 

It spilling out in pain.

The beat, it pumps the tears,

one by one.

Never stopping, because the will to survive

is stronger than any heartache,

fortunately and unfortunately.

Blood is remade in the body.

Love transcends death.

Love is simple.

It is life that is complicated. 

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