Months have passed. Years, really. So many sunsets. Too few words Greying ringlets spring free from a tightly gathered bun Betraying the frantic emotion buttoned under a strict façade Maybe this time I will find the words Before another fall or winter Maybe this time, before it's too late Before he tells me I'm too [...]
It's almost too much to bear
At once soft and brash At once complete and wanting At once fulfilled and desperate At once warm and stone At once fluid and unyielding At once bonded and separate At once mine and not Ours is at once A perfect, imperfect union Forgiving and contrarian With you, Love cannot come without sorrow And for [...]
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