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“My crime was feeling everything too deeply, my punishment was surviving it.”
— Fyodor Dostoevsky
They told me love was a choice you made and who you woke up to.
It was forgiveness
and grace
and patience.
It would be calm and it would be calming.
It would be unmistakable.
Love was a wrecking ball with brown eyes. Honey.
Metallic kisses.
Defensive.
And antagonistic.
It was tongune-in-cheek and bygones of a more innocent us.
It held your hand as they found clinical words for your soul leaving your body.
It would always be faulty.
An engine rattle.
An unkind truth that clung to our aging skeletons
and outgrew the versions of us we tried to kill.
A sadness that slept in your bones and fed off its marrow.
That would persist
and resist
and never boast.
Love was every promise you hoped they would learn to keep.
Love was never meant to save a life.
Or be memorialized in the fairy tales you read to children.
It was smoke.
And souls that mirror.
It would kill you if you let it.
It would slip away and be found again
and again
and again, but.
But.
But.
It stutters to say your name.
Suddenly I don't want anyone to know me as deeply anymore, which is weird because I have always yearned for someone to understand my soul