The manifestation of love is ineffable;
No description honors it,
No matter how full.
You can love and hate,
At the same time,
I know that fate.
One's heart can be half-poisoned,
Bitter ink scuffing against the red;
I know what it's like,
To feel only half-dead.
Dec 19, 2015
Dec 19, 2015 at 10:01 PM UTC
The manifestation of love is ineffable;
No description honors it,
No matter how full.
You can love and hate,
At the same time,
I know that fate.
One's heart can be half-poisoned,
Bitter ink scuffing against the red;
I know what it's like,
To feel only half-dead.
