Saturday, September 6, 2014

What Is It That I Love

I love you oh so deeply
that it hurts to even breathe
I love you oh so sweetly
that it has me on my knees
the hole that is in me
because you are
just make believe
cannot be filled with poison
when I cannot help but grieve
I cannot block with cheap bandages
I must clean it
and let it bleed
running water over it
until the oozing heeds
I love you oh so deeply
but you are just
make believe
what is it that I love then
and
what is it that I grieve?

-R.G.