2.4. Sacrifice

Love eludes me

Escapes my grasps

Never close enough to be touched

Felt beneath the surface.

 

There should be pain in this loneliness

but the universe knows.

Because love is toxic to the muse.

Kills the desire to give

Taking all of the fuel meant for the page.

 

I’d rather never know

if it means

the pages will multiply.

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