Oxytocin lovers is really all we are,
for how could we claim to love each other
when to love is to hold onto collapsing shells,
sustained only by the reliance upon one another.
I could only really love you whole,
for half-empty,
I would surely expect you to fill me
with all the things I fail to give myself.
Jul 2, 2019
Jul 2, 2019 at 10:39 PM UTC
Oxytocin lovers is really all we are,
for how could we claim to love each other
when to love is to hold onto collapsing shells,
sustained only by the reliance upon one another.
I could only really love you whole,
for half-empty,
I would surely expect you to fill me
with all the things I fail to give myself.
