This is actually a few verses of a song I wrote, so it seems kind of weird to me in poem form.
Love
It's little more
Than a simple story
Used as proof
To distinguish my support
Of you.
Those words,
Those weapons,
That they use
To hurt me,
Under the impression
That I actually care.
My secret.
It's mine to tell.
I flutter around,
Searching your eyes
For a hint of
Betrayal.
Now that you're
Descending
I will soon
Follow.
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