You cannot hold love in your arms;
But if you could,
Would you?
Would you carry it on your back on your journey?
Drag it although your bones rub and grind against each other?
Though your ligaments tear and your skin cracks?
Such a heavy burden it is to love.
To love is to spill out the vast contents of your soul and of your heart.
Attempt to keep it all in an bottomless, whimsical bag,
And carry it on you for your everyday.
Such a burden on the soul.
My back stands up right and tall,
Never having felt this trauma.
My bag lays empty.
No heart,
No soul,
No love for myself.
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Numbing Waves
PoetryA compilation of short stories and poems about mental disorders, love, sexuality, and whatever my happens in my life worth writing about. These are the deepest regions of my conscious written down.
