when I met you.
Sparks flew in
in the midst
of our collision.
I can still smell
the lingering scent
of smoke that we
left in our wake,
as I blindly touch
the scars
it left behind.
And not even once
did I regret
that our worlds collided.
For you taught me
how love can make
you hurt
and still it can
make you smile
as you remember
how it made all the aches
worth taking.
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