Love has nearly destroyed me
And it continues to burn unnoticed.
Its fierceness unbound.
It eats me, pounds on my bones
Making then ache and plead for mercy
Ground into delirious dust.
Confusion as to where my present lies
Hidden in the dull persistent ache of
Old love's residue
And the rawness of being ripped away
from
New love without explanation.
All my love now only exists in the
centre of the crash
Grasping and wanting to cling onto
whatever
Looks alive.
All my love I must direct inwards
To force my beating heart to carry me
forwards
And not expel it outwards towards
people
That will not honour me. Give me the
Simplest of kindnesses,
Honesty. And often the hardest
To say when the dignity of the
receiver feels in jeopardy.
Still, the known is better then
It's more secretly supported
savage sibling of the unknown..
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