how things turn out,
how they start,
the eternal complexities
caused by the heart.
the ability to feel,
to hurt, to know
that those feelings
do not matter,
to people
who keep you in tow.
or perhaps they revel
in causing you sorrow,
then realizing when it
is too late,
there are no more hearts
to borrow.
but repeat this pattern,
is what they do,
there are other people
out there they can hurt
besides you.
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