Saturday, December 5, 2020
I'm not interested in love.
Not the way you say it.
You make it look so heavy.
I only saw love clearly
once,
and in a moment it was gone.
If I always try to hold you then
how will you ever grow?
How can I see who you are
when there is someone I need you to be?
Beyond the fear of loneliness
and the prison of expectations
its a joy to be
alive.
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