Loving you
Is as much an imprisonment
As it is a freedom.
Imprisoned by the thread of deep knowing
And shared experience...
Held captive by a longing heart -
Stuck in the memories of yesterday.
The ache of love is heavy in my chest,
Squeezing at my ribcage
Like a straitjacket.
The more i struggle for freedom,
The further entangled
I become...
For loving you
Is my life sentence.
It is the cage in which i now willingly sit,
Accepting my fate.
As the monk who sits in his cave -
I have made peace with my decree...
To be held,
In this love...
Forever.
Nov 18, 2024
Nov 18, 2024 at 7:02 PM UTC
Loving you
Is as much an imprisonment
As it is a freedom.
Imprisoned by the thread of deep knowing
And shared experience...
Held captive by a longing heart -
Stuck in the memories of yesterday.
The ache of love is heavy in my chest,
Squeezing at my ribcage
Like a straitjacket.
The more i struggle for freedom,
The further entangled
I become...
For loving you
Is my life sentence.
It is the cage in which i now willingly sit,
Accepting my fate.
As the monk who sits in his cave -
I have made peace with my decree...
To be held,
In this love...
Forever.
A piece close to my heart
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