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Love isn’t kisses, it isn’t sunshine.

Love isn’t joy, or peace of mind.

It isn’t free and crazy.

It doesn’t make you hazy.

Love isn’t romance and flowers.

Love isn’t phone calls for hours.

It isn’t sweaty palms or butterflies.

It isn’t honesty with no lies.

Love isn’t constant thought.

Love isn’t lessons taught.

It isn’t thousands of texts.

It isn’t earth shattering sex.

Love is calm, and collected.

Love is, truly unaffected.

It is slow and takes years.

It causes pain and tears.

Love’s not steady, love is fleeting.

Love is not pitter patter, heart beating.

It is talks, but not long walks.

It is quiet and sometimes mocks.

Love is reserved and logical.

Love is sometimes a lot of bull.

It is waning and unclear.

It is murky and not here.

I feel as though my childish dreams,

Have left and burst just at the seams.

I know that what I had in my mind

But it should change with truth and time.

I cannot hold what runs away.

I cannot keep your heart’s ice at bay.

No more foolish thoughts.

No more Shakespearean plots.

I won’t hope or wish on shooting stars.

As I sit by all these speeding cars.

I step off the curb into peace.

That final rest, a sweet release.

I let go of love and what I wanted it to be.

It just wasn’t really meant for me.