Another classic: 2013! ENJOY
It burns,
I bleed. Tears me open, rips me apart.
I ooze. It hurts. I sting. It blisters.
But then sews me together, perfectly
The stitching, neat.
The scar, barely visible on my heart.
Love.
You’ve seemed to have infected me:
You’ve changed me.
Awakened me.
Opened me.
Love.
A cosmic collision of feelings.
Of needing.
Of wanting.
Of craving/aching
Love.
You’ve embedded me.
You’ve been watering the tree.
oak tree.
Soils roots
And now the roots, they run deep.
Deep.
Deep.
Love.
I cut them you see.
I try to trim the tree.
But the Limbs fall to my feet, only to be dissolved by my heart.
Love.
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