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What do I know about love?
Nothing
Where does the love go when it runs out? When does it leave? Why does it die?
Do you kill it in one violent blow?
Or is it a million unattended, unhealed little cuts and scratches?
What do I know about love?
Everything
It creeps into my chest, uninvited and untameable
You can feel it, this secret under your tongue
burning like fire but sweet
And it creeps up to your cheeks and makes you smile
And suddenly you look down and you see your heart's veins reaching, clinging to someone else's heart
I've learned a lot about love in my 20s, but not enough to maintain any control in the face of its power
And for every new thing I learned, there was something else I couldn't understand
What do I know about love?
Maybe nothing
And that's why it's everything
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