Mar 2018
What would you do for love? Sacrifice and all,
that's beautiful, but the gift that keeps on giving
Is horror.
Would you vivisect yourself
And bolt them down against your bones?
Would you tailor yourself to fit?
Would you care, just a little bit?
Would you strike the sun from the sky?
While others break and bend and die
Would you turn to your dearly beloved
And say "It's okay, we'll make it through"
With that soft smile you know they love?
Would you lie? Could you try?
that's beautiful, but the gift that keeps on giving
Is horror.
Would you vivisect yourself
And bolt them down against your bones?
Would you tailor yourself to fit?
Would you care, just a little bit?
Would you strike the sun from the sky?
While others break and bend and die
Would you turn to your dearly beloved
And say "It's okay, we'll make it through"
With that soft smile you know they love?
Would you lie? Could you try?
Maybe love isn't in the beautiful things we do. Maybe it's in the moments where we give of ourselves, of the things we cherish, our hobbies, our time, not sharing but sacrificing. Our integrity. Our hope, sometimes.
(28/M)
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