they compare us to fresh flowers
when they fall in love.
they compare us to angels,
as long as they're in love.
they compare us to other women,
when years has passed.
they compare us to hysterical hyenas,
when they argue with us.
when do they start taking us for given?
when is it time to leave?
why am I even asking questions
that will gain no answer,
because one doesn't exist.
it all depends,
there's no rules.
that's why we'll all hurt,
that's why we'll learn.
but still, why?
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