May 23, 2020 § Leave a comment
How hard it is to trap free people
To love them
To coexist with them as if they are
Your very own skin.
How hard it is to love you
As though you were the beat of my own heart
Tumbling in a maze of shadows, fears, loss.
How hard it is to lose the free person
Whom you love violently,
So freely, in a sense.