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He asked, why was i so intense?
I only know things, places and people deeply
You see, my love never wavered or faded.
Solid and still, unchanging
I carried every inch of passion and soul
It was the only how i knew to live.
The chains clenched on wrists and ankles
Digging deeply,
Skin to bones
I can’t lay bare with you
And act unaware of what i’ve been feeling.
In denial i mostly rather dwell
But love doesn’t feel unfamiliar.
Most certain,
The strong strain in my stomach,
Hurting like my ulcer on every level after i have had a drunken night wasn’t ulcer.
But monster feelings,
I know it well to be a total disaster.
So these butterflies in my lady parts must be from me reminiscing on the sex, from the night before.
I can call it love making,
But what is this intense feelings i carry?
If it is love, then i can’t have it

Hypermind