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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