but that is my love.
You're so proud of yourself?
You think it's you, that's why?
You're so stupid special
because you made a girl cry?
No, it is not all that
The way it all is.
It is so much me and my love,
That has me like this.
I love harder
longer
stronger
and that's what
makes me
suffer.
Yes, sure you were
wonderfully sweet,
but then you were mean to me.
How could it still possibly be you?
You are not so great
that you could show me hate
and I would want you that way, too.
Ah that person
I could once adore
showed me
they were no more
So my heart beats
and it cries
for the parts of love
that often dies
and breaks another crack
within it's sides
where yearning leaks out
and ache sighs
because my love is deep
and flows like tides
so that reining it in
takes so much time
it is me
it is me
that has me this way
my love
my heart
once carried away,
will hold me floating
immersed for days
until it can process
all the ways
it must drain it's floods
without opening any gates.
It's process is always
so
painstakingly
late.
-aq/lesnspired
