I love her
Like I love nothing else
If I love
anything at all.
I love her
I am her opposite
and we argue.
But I love her
And I try to kill her
But somehow she prevails
Against me.
I do not know how she does it.
BUT!
In the same breath
Surrounded by Death
and Nothing
and Pain
Grief
Sadness
Loss
On top she looks like the others
underneath
She is only the first
To have a piece of everything
and still be different.
Perhaps the reason I kill
is to reach her.
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Cacoethes Scribendi
PoetryA collection of poems, new and old. My first collection of poetry.
