Love
Love is
Love is swallowed like a sin
That tastes like savage storms
Love is a hostile condition
That ignores touch and comfort
Love won’t request your desire
Or call for your company
And love won’t beg for forgiveness Because love has a mouth
That is empty
Love will be the last to leave
Lingering in dark corners
Love is never complete
And love won’t complete you
Love won’t let you love
Or forgive
Or forget
Because love will rip life from your grasp
Without question or reason
Love will feed on your attention
Desiring a waveless heart beat
Turning it into a place full of mess
Love is a panicked beast
That will gorge on your soul
Immobilising
The questioning in your mind
Love is
Love
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