On Love
Sep 1, 2018 · 1 min read
You must lay your burdens outside of our love.
Step to me lightly.
Trust nothing,
save your hold on this heart.
This is the way of love;
not some naïve ambition of balance
but a demanding euphoria
misunderstood with each step it counters.
You search for a plot to lay your beaten bones.
You carry a heart ran ragged
scarred

