love is a foreign familiarity. a paradox. and the only way for our silly little brains to grasp its complexity is through its twin: pain.
pain takes many form. a shape shifter. although its most common face is a smile. ever since its birth, saying you're fine when you're not has been the immediate response for everybody.
i guess when you're in love, it brings you a certain type of darkness in yellow, sunshine cup. it lifts you high up in cotton candy clouds where the oxygen gets thinner and thinner. it makes you smile while being held at gun point.
there are millions of definitions but love is a complex thing, when will we ever understand that?
ŞİMDİ OKUDUĞUN
DENOUEMENT. original poetry
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