V (five)

there is a simple kind of pain

simple agony you must take if you want to love.

mustn't you? everyone else has.

else they're lying through their teeth.

through the years, all lovers have learned

all love will break not your heart, no,

break your bones. it will shatter you and 

it destroys from the inside out.

the honeymoon phase exists as an excuse for naivete'

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