Sometimes love is a lie we tell ourselves
so that we can do whatever it is we want to do.
The heart, the mind, the soul in time
all conspiring with the will to believe it is true.
But love fades, it rips and trades,
bartering old love for a taste of new.
It cheats and cries with crocodile eyes
and takes a toothsome bite out of you.
© Francisco G. Rodriquez, 2012
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