tender hearts

I thought
love was an addiction
a drug for the mind
and inhabiting tender hearts
it would reign
in the kingdom of weakness
and foolish thoughts

it made me suffer to see
how it disappears
and the thought
that it was not reciprocated
killed me
each time, till I saw
how we mistake love
for some feelings
which given and taken
depend always on something

and even if you’re away
maybe forever ever
who knows
I keep the love in my heart
because that is what my heart is made of
and the mind…
if not fooled by demands
needs and expectations
it silently watches
what love not laden with concepts
is

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