He does this thing,
the man I want to live for.
The extraordinary man I want to share
all my lives with.
When I tell him I love him.
When I tell him I love him.
When I trust my heart enough to
scream it.
He walks away.
He walks toward the silence of the mind.
He lives in a place inside himself I'm not allowed into for as long as six months.
As if six months would change it somehow.
As if I were sick and just needed time to recover.
He does this thing,
the bearer of my dreams.
He cuts communication.
In a way I feel guilty for saying it out loud.
I love you.
I love you.
I.
Even knowing love is
the one thing no one should ever be ashamed of.
I.
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