Before love was written down for the first time
Was there war
Or was it all secret
No one lost in lovesick gazes
There are so many battles now
Memories, wicked shrapnel, permanent
Before love was asked to exist
Was there collateral damage
Or just quiet elements spilling over themselves
An ocean of loss and broken chances
Our own mythic follies
There are too many battles now
Before love sought to fix us all
Had anyone bothered to pause
Had anyone ever lied
All the wounds and grudges not kept
Sit inside the earth, stitched and amputated
Now we can gaze at one another
Now, after love
There are secrets
Even after there are no secrets
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