love is not lasting.
its body, its shape,
a mere faint breathe among touch-starved bodies;
among crippled souls,
too eager to discover, too eager to disguise.
love is not lasting.
its cozening of faulty hopes,
owns,
it wraps around our hollowing bodies like clay;
captures us, weakens us.
he loves
he loves
he loves
until he lets go.
love is not lasting.
we hold on too long and the wound only gets deeper.