Mortality

December 15, 2017

I will die for you my love

But I will not live

For you bring out such a passion from me

A person who has never felt such a horrid thing

I am a person who thinks, not feels

But here I am

Exposed

For you, my love

Exposed like a new born babe

Exposed like the surface skin to the sun

Layers upon layers do I shed

For you to see

To see me

I want to bury myself

Bury myself not in the Earth

But in you, my love

Only you

Because I love you so

So much that I wish I didn’t

Because now I am weak, vulnerable

For I am no longer a god

Merely Human

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