Thursday 11/03/2016 11:47:00 PM

it fades. the illusion spent. coins at the bottom of an empty well.

i love. as if i am loved. though i'm less than certain. it twists and pierces. until i am full of holes.

i love because that is what i feel. disregarding the sirens in my head.

i run. the kite string burning my wrist. still holding on. as the wind takes over.

it stutters. it limps. weak enough to pity. strong enough to resent.

i loved as i always have. wanting everything. expecting nothing.

i recover. slouching toward bethlehem in my lingering surrender.

what can i offer. what can i give. nothing that hasn't always been yours.

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