And I want to scream,
to punish myself for
giving you so much
fucking love it
overwhelms you.
But what seems to you
an ocean of goodness
is but a single gram
of my love
compared to the galaxy that lives
inside
me.
You cannot expect peace
when you grew in my heart
slowly
yet ripped yourself away
like
an angry gardener.
You say you cannot love me
but have shown me otherwise.
At least be honest with
yourself.
Don't presume to know my pain,
do not minimize it.
I drowned in frozen waters for years and years.
And that
you will never
understand.
The greatest mystery there ever was:
a woman who turned herself into a
boiling sun,
with so much heat that it
obliterated all
the shadows
and thorns
and ice,
but some of the
soft pink light
as well.
