My Love

My love-have you felt desolate?

A despair that’s kin to death?

Have you choked on soft “I’m sorry’s,”

As you deprive your lungs of breath?

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My love- don’t walk this path with me.

Don’t find the gaps you feel.

To probe further in the darkness

Makes theses wounds too wide to heal.

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I’m carving canyons with my grief,

Digging oceans worth of hate-

Hate for myself, hate for my failures,

That no penance satiates.

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My love- I see your weakness,

As pristine as though my own.

But I beg you, keep your ignorance,

And we both won’t feel alone.