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I think
in the end,
she had simply missed the thrill of love

Love, on all accounts,
had failed massively
and wherever it went to
shake down it's pieces
ruffling them off like old feathers,

she could not find the place

Love had been bitter,

but oh, there had been sweetness
There had been long, drawn out
kisses
Those "I hope our lips never part" kisses
The kind that she could still taste hours
after
And touches, like warm flames
waking every fiber and tennacle
She could practically melt into another's skin
as if she belonged somewhere in them
And conversations,
hours upon hours
of intense nonsense
She knew what to say,
and how to say what she knew

She rethinks her old loves

and knows that every cracked surface
used to be whole
But years of breakage have
left the cracks deeper
And she is very tired of
trying to climb back out of
darkness
only to find the light above has dimmed

She has only come to terms just now
feeling, that love could be the answer
maybe
if only she has been asked the right question

yes

but who has the time for that?