this is not loveMature

i am weaker than you;
i break easily and i cry
at nothing, at everything.

this is not love, what courses
through our veins, this is not love.

i wonder how long ago we began
to disintegrate into this in-between

but I think it might have always been this way.

this is not love, this duplicitous thing
that binds us together, this is not love.

The End

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