2016 · Poems · Writing

On Loving

 

Loving someone is a terrible thing.

I would not give it up for anything.

It freezes something inside.

Now there is no more longing.

I have all this love

And nothing else.

I am still me, but

There is no me.

I have melted away.

I am a heart and a mouth,

Eyes and hands, nothing more.

Loving makes him more than a person,

Makes him everything to me.

I am powerless.

 

© Lizzi Thomasson, 2016

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