forgot about my love..
Even though you've done terrible things,
i can still see the world in your face.
No, I can't.
I love the words but they lie.
It's been delicious,
even the misery,
because its part of our shared adventure.
It's breathtaking, the satanic alchemy that lovers make when they shift to hate.
yet even in hate the whole person is turned toward you.
Love and hate are both that way.
A part is broken , but the rest remains, and you want
to carry it
carry it always,
but carry it carefully.
