Bloom.

Ferocity

I don't see the point in feeling so deeply.
I've loved fiercely and lost fiercely in return.
I've tried to relax, to shut down, but I can't.
It is me.

And I love fiercely because I know the coldness that comes from loneliness.
I know how it feels to be loved less fiercely, less wholly, less intensely,
to be less.

But as I approach the third peak and dive of loving fiercely, I question my decisions.
I gamble every time, I commit every time, and every time I am welcomed back by the loneliness.

And she is upset,
she is sad,
she is holding back "I told you so".

I love them fiercely every time.
I don't see the point in feeling so deeply.
But now I feel nothing,
and that is the fiercest loss of all.