You never would.
That is what you told me.
What good are butterflies if they disappear?
I never knew that Love
had an ugly head to rear.
I heard it was volatile,
your words cut me;
like razor blades across my skin.
they invaded me, and left me shaking;
a familiar sting across my cheek.
And Love, as the Serpent,
I never want to forget;
I’ll make myself remember,
every time I see
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