Your pain baptises my soul and immerses me in this chasm of self doubt
Yet a broken, broken spirit that has seen many a moon
And turning tides hammocks me in the most unreal of comforts.
Giving unselfishly and cradling me unreservedly.
Love me, kill me, love me, kill me.
The feeling is the same… I think.
The day you forget to remember that there
Ever was a time that the sky once watched you and cried for you to find love,
That is the day that your body rejects your very soul.
How can it be that that which completes us could razor us to pieces?
And yet this ambivalence keeps us crawling back for more as though
Without pain we forget how to feel?
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Frank Malaba © 2014