as if love could be whitewashed,
from the wall on your heart,
and replaced by a graffiti saying 'nothing happened here'.
as if you could remove its tattoo,
with some special kind of lazer,
and pretend it wasn't carved on you.
as if love was a street after the pouring rain,
and over the drops and the puddles,
you could say 'it's such a sunny day'
as if it was a behavior
that you could correct,
through rehab or therapy,
or even prision.
or paper leaves,
replacing the ones burnt by the fire,
after the ashes were blown away.
as if love was a poem,
words colliding on a notebook,
on memories, on speeches,
that you claim unwritten.
as if it was time,
as if you could bring it back,
as if it didn't pass,
as if you didn't live,
as if you didn't die,
as if this weren't your second life.
as if love, by CL
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