I KNOW
I KNOW YOU EXIST
BUT THIS SPACE
WITHIN
WON'T ALLOW FOR JOY
IT DEVOURS WHATS GOOD
AND LEAVES DEATH
AS CRUMBS
THIS PAIN
SO DEEP
IT HURTS
WITHIN THESE CAVITIES
A SICKNESS HAS
MADE ITS HOME
IF TODAY WAS MY LAST
I WOULD BE GLAD
I HAVE ENDURED ENOUGH
IF I WERE TO SPEAK
OF MY SUFFERING
THE SILENCE
OF MY FRIENDS
WOULD BE QUIETER
THEN WHEN I HAVE
CALLED OUT TO YOU
AND TO YOU
I CANNOT SPEAK
FOR MY SIN RISES
TO MOUNT EVEREST
AND SPREADS
LIKE A FLOOD
DROWNING WOULD BE SWEET
IF IT WERE ANY OTHER LIQUID
BUT THIS
LIKE SEWAGE
TO MY NOSTRILS
I STILL LIVE
AM ALIVE
BARELY
YOU HAVE KEPT ME
ALTHOUGH
I DESIRE OTHERWISE
YOU HAVE LOVED ME
AND YET I FEEL NOTHING
I AM UNWORTHY
OF YOUR DEEP ADMIRATION
BUT A SMALL
FIRE REMAINS
IN MY ATTEMPT
TO FOLLOW YOU
YOU ARE READING
His love for Me: My love for her
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