Suffering Love

Suffering pains, the unrequited type.

Innocent delusions keep the pain alive.

Unscathed - oh I wish, can’t say that to be the truth.

Deep cuts to my being, reminiscent thoughts of you.

Was afraid at the start and the fears came to fruition, 
Self-fulfilling prophecy, created my own conditions.

Love is pain and nobody can say different. 
Unless the love is new, marking the beginning of the end.

Experience is a teacher, without mercy or empathy.

Look out for love not returned, or you’ll be feeling a lot like me.

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