Love Burns

Remembering the scars,

the passion gone astray,

helps me distinguish our love

from the ones that died away.

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I used to dread the tears,

the constant, aching pain.

The torment never balanced out

with the parts that kept me sane.

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Now I’ve learnt, with help from you

That strange is never wrong.

I should not balance life to find

how much I don’t belong.

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If I’d just embrace the strange,

with the pain, and all the turns,

I could love you so much more,

And know it’s no one’s fault love burns.