Sunday, May 21, 2017

the color of love

love is not a possession
and to love is not to possess
i linger on the edge of civility
with a heart in my hand
and hopelessness in my chest

this silent heart
neither living nor dead
weakened by age
and prone to tears
and liable to break apart

having abandon all i have loved
living in the knowledge
that i will abandon love again
does not prevent
love from escaping

giving love away
is all too easy
taking it back is too hard
memory littered with love past
still tugging the heart

the lie of love
twists the mind, heart and soul
the lie of love 
turns black to white and back
a gift unsent and unwanted

jeg. 9/16

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