like the sun looks at the moon
with burning flames and undying passion .
He loves her
like stars love the night
with a sense of home in a vast galaxy .
He needs her
like the lungs crave for oxygen
after being held down with an anchor at the bottom of the sea.
He wants her
like the ocean kisses the shoreline
always coming back after a fight.
He looses her
like the warmth in winter
nursing his broken heart
wrapped in blankets with a cup of chocolate.
He forgets her (or atleast tries to)
but when he sees her with a smile plastered on her face
holding another man-
He crumbles
like the soft batter from the cookies she used to make.
He looks at her now
like the moon looks at the sun
admiring from afar
never getting burnt.
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