you don't suddenly stop loving someone
the heart can take a beating, a crack, and stabs
where love slowly spills out
until it's gone
but it's still there
alive and richly filling
slowly spilling through my hands
but not fast enough
and not slow enough
5.23.2021
YOU ARE READING
from the wreckage of obsolescence
Romancelove, sex and vulnerability. chapter three of an ongoing collection of poetry by a bisexual woman.
