I am the anti-love, a sacred simple soul
Watch as I pick at the strings of your heart
Twist and turn them for my purpose
One snap and the tears form-I suppress a laugh
A giggle, then hesterics
Who would have thought that I could feel?
I am the anti-love, broken and mangled
Pick up the pieces to my puzzle, glue them together
Then watch as I shatter them all over again.
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