Love is a strong word,
Stronger than any power I hold in this world.
Love—so often blurted out with conviction,
Yet sometimes laced with mischief, with greedy desire.

Oh, to be desired,
Pulling every string of my fragile heart.
I plead, again and again,
Please, don’t tell me you love me
If it’s only to fill the emptiness in your life.

Please,
I beg you.
Love doesn’t work like that;
Love can’t be forced.

Leave, dear,
You don’t love me—
Not truly,
Not even once,
I know.
You couldn’t.
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