pains of love

Photo by Chad Madden

tireless ego dissipates, replaced by painful truth.

I need her…
her comforting words; inscriptions of hope. 
her longing touch, her loving eyes.

it says nothing about my character, I tell myself.
it doesn’t have to be this way, I tell myself.

extinguish searing fires
with own bucket

clash against demons
with own sword

fight for love
with own self

I know you can do it, she says
I will never give up, she says

how long
will she last
how much
will she take

sapping soul, flaying flesh, scorching sinews
weary eyes, sunken heart, worn-out ducts

I won’t need her

soon.

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