As my light becomes dark

I intertwine my words and vision into woven light

Tuesday, November 29, 2011


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
            The questioning in your mind
Love is

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