Some long for romantic love,
two hearts reaching and touching.
They want a soft landing,
a relaxing of the endless search.
You and I have jagged edges.
The pieces come together at odd intervals.
Occasionally, I cut you,
or you cut me.
But it's a relief, isn't it?
To expose it all and be embraced,
even while knowing the danger?
We bleed for love.
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