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Loving requires courage
to be loved, the same.
We fight to hold on
and fight to let go.

Hanging, unable to escape
the trap of others and
the trap of our hearts;
an ugly, twisted love

without courage becomes
greed and consumption
ravelling around your neck
comfortably; trapped

you break free but
(snap) too late -
you can’t fix it so
you carry on dying.

there is an ache
in my chest and
I want to nurse it away
in yours but

I could cry a river
you would build a boat
over it and sail away

I could build a bridge
over that river but
you’d set the bridge alight

your shadow waning
taking my body
and leaving me with
an ache in my chest