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There it is again.
That all too familiar sting you feel
As you pull away from his embrace
After he betrays your trust once
Again. You know he means well,
But intentions never meant much
It’s back.
You can sense the recurrent feeling
Of regret starting to boil in your belly
as she pulls away and looks at you
With sad eyes. The same eyes that
Were smiling at you just moments
It’s said that the love you take is equal to the love you make.
But no one has ever tried to calculate the intensity of heartbreak.
So you sit in your room and listen to sad songs with candles burning
