when I repeat my love
for a man who denied me
The hours you spent
accounting my masks,
observing my stumbles
to prove me imperfect -
have you assumed
they would make me weak?
I'm the weakest a human being can be,
I love. You don't know what it is.
You block the bridge I've built to you
knowing I always cross it alone.
Maybe, you've already gotten yourself
This will destroy you,
my dear one.
(But will also set your soul free.)