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A Rough Sea
I am in love with the idea of love, with the very thought of it.
But I am not in love with being in love.
It hurts in the pits of my stomach, roils like a storm above an unsettled sea.
And my eyes are the escape, my mouth the outlet.
Once the actual love comes pouring into my chest cavity the turmoil grows louder.
An antagonist, a conduit for anger, destruction.
When I love it is with fear, a tight fist clutched at my side, a knot of unknow.
I'll apologize each time I let this go.
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