if it brings tears
After the soul crushed
And there is only fear
The fear of a rinse and repeat
What is love if
The doubt of hurt looms
Persistent, pertinent,
amidst pathos
The fear of one's self
Why does it hurt to love
When it is to heal
To Obfuscate pain
In its wake
The fear dooms strength
When did love become
A crutch of despair
To warrant agency
In such retardation
The heart fears to belong
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