It is my curse
for love to choose me
and not to let me go
my heart so soft
my mouth so hard
silent pain surrounds me
I want to sit with him one more time
I want to hold your hand here
and know lady you need my hand too
share this life ive built
alone I am
accepting silence I do
my love out of just that
I do not talk to you
about him
preferring to be silent
preferring to observe
sadness floods me
not for a single day
but for memories of hiding
tenderly I hold all my pain
in perfect stasis I am
not even fearing of vulnerability
comfortable
complex beauty
I open my hands
hold you
tend to you
love you
only to find out
that this loveable thing
this melancholy beauty
is me
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