i tried to be what you needed

i tried to be as soft as the linens we slept in

attempted the quiet approach on more than one occasion,

but surrendered in one of our ongoing heated exchanges

love is one of the most torturous feelings one can endure

it separates you from all that you know to be true

it’s the shackles and raw iron gate that keep you

trapped in its brutality

why is love desired

when the risks outweigh the reward?

why do we allow it to take over our entire existence?

why do we allow such fables to manipulate and

 toy with our common sense?

we only allow what we tolerate

and perhaps our toleration has a heart

of its own -...

Please subscribe to keep reading.