crush I don't know how it is he holds up beneath the out pouring. The flood of words, odes, hymns, symphonies all written in his name, his honour. But how am I suppose to stop the flow when he begs me for more? When touch is no longer an option all we are left with is our words. So where do I even begin to tell him, to show him? And how do I do so without crushing him beneath their weight? Without offering up my vulnerability, my jugular? How do I explain, that no matter what the choice is, no matter what the options, I choose him every time? |
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