Saturday, 31 May 2014

Beneath the weight of all that is us

I have loved you past
The moment
We should have
Ceased to be.

And on into the great

Where all that we were
Is weighted
By millstones to carry us
Or stretch far beyond the
Point of breaking.

And how I have broken
Whilst you have never done
Anything other than
Love my entirety.

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