Love is another word for empty

Love is the breaking of your soul into tiny pieces
Pieces that fly away looking for a better home than your own desolate heart
Pieces you secretly hope will find their way back to you
Bringing with them the person they found a home in
That that person will be wanting to stay with these pieces and not looking to shove them in the junk drawer
But love is knowing those pieces are lost forever
And if they are smart and they are because they are you
They will stay gone

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