It is terrifying that love dooms us to pain —
because if not done correctly,
love is a cancer on the heart
Its greedy cells fed by the anguishing cannibalism
of one’s own mind,
unable to separate itself from the seed it once held
And if it done correctly,
lovers will feel that two bodies cannot become close enough.
I cannot melt into you
in the way that I want to
When I’m lying with my head on your chest
begging to fall into your heart.
When you are not here, you are too far
But even when I am in your arms,
separated by nothing but our skin,
You are still too far
Thank the lord for these two sorrows
and the ability to choose between them
— @sheherazad.poetry
