My heart ache slowly…
Yet, beats faster, loudly,
And, I feel rotten inside of me.
Perhaps love is deep, congruent in life.
The love that shapes you unto YOU.
I remembered when I still lavish in the dried clay,
Like the jobless stars,
Wandering around,
And, feeling your heartbeat in mine.
Then, the moonlight swings in lust of new enactment,
An illusion so logical,
So logical, it was fathomable!,
Then, that cockroach whispered…
A love so beautiful.
Beautiful, confidence…
I wanted to speak out,
But, the thorn between expectation and reality,
Tore me into shredded paper.
And I lay there,
On the dried clay of a jobless star.
Then, I realized, the redded paper held me,
From confusion,
From the slice of a maggot,
Which almost made me said:
” I love you”.
Beautifully so…
I love LOVE.
…
Not–
YOU!
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