Love

I always make time 
for a favorite lost cause 
so much for reasons 
to wait for your applause, 
so much for time 
that I have been waiting, 
so much for signs 
that I have been debating, 
so much for feelings 
that are way too overrated 
so much for dealing 
in the way I've self medicated, 
so much for lips 
when they only betray intentions 
so much for bliss 
when it's only man made invention, 
so much for blood 
it's only rust inside my veins 
so much for love 
it's only colors inside my brain.

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