Love,
A gossamer blackness.
An all consuming mist of suspended lucidity.
Sucking me down.
Whorls of liquid longing.
Rip you out of my self,
And a part of me dies.
I cut myself off of this sweet misery
Pray for a suspension… of emotion
(But I know, my flight of freedom
Is just temporary relief for my self righteous ego).
Intellect is satisfied, the heart remains unresolved.
And I surrender, to mottled-grey confusion.
I love you.
I hate you.
Normalcy returns, and chugs on into the morrow.
…
One day
It’ll all be
Okay.
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