Beloved
Love came on a borrowed seat in a broke down car to a broken home.
Love pierced through the muddy windows and shown light in my dark room.
Love wore old clothes made for someone fatter more out of touch.
Love grew like mold on my heart, every effort to clean it off only spread it to other parts of me.
Love told me to wait for him to feel more alive.
My love could not wait, I loved him until the breath returned.
Only true love can revive a corpse.
I'll say as one former dead person to another, my love lives for you, it dies for you, it dreams for you.
In every breath, in every heartbeat, in every wisp of batted eyelash my love springs eternal.
Unabated, unflinching, unwashed
- I. Love. You.
Written by Sarazann
Posted on 10/03/12
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