To Be Gentle

The Thought of Losing You Terrifies Me

To Be Gentle


The night we were assaulted I wept into your arms
And embraced my strength
The heaving of a thousand oxen
I was truly afraid

Shattered glass and blood-soaked concrete paved the way to my discovery
I am not afflicted with disease or burden
These thoughts are a blessing and a gift
A tenet of growth

You are the blood in my veins
I love you and I am sorry
The thought of losing you terrifies me

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