Bird As Fish

What compares with being in love?
Nothing.

But that is not the point.

Love only lasts for a little while, and when it's gone, I am left with precious little but aching,
Beautiful memories and that love in my heart that I had once.
That love that you see in pictures
Kissing her, tasting her mouth
So enraptured
Whole heart
Gone.

Gone
Lost in love
Lost in that feeling
The two becoming one body
Two warm bodies curling up together
So many kisses I lost count of the number of times I mapped your lips.

I feel so innocent when I look back on myself before I fell in love.
What were those days before my heart was awakened?
What are these days now, after betrayal, after love is gone?
What can I do with that love in my heart when my lover is gone?
I haven't kissed her in years it seem like.
It's still there. It's alive. It's breathing.
Good or bad,
This love is still in my heart.
It won't go away. I don't want it to.
This love is my friend and my companion.

It's not the love of a lover, it's my love.
It's my heart, beating for me.
Beautiful and aching.

Oh how I love thee heart
Though you've opened me up, I've been made alive.
Though you've taken my innocence, I've been made wise.



We may be breaking up, but my love is not broken
In my broken heart the throb of love remains.
And I think I will carry it forever.
Now I know how sweet life can be.

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