What Is It That I Love
I love you so deeply that it hurts to even breathe I love you so sweetly that it has me on my knees the hole that is in me because you are just make believe cannot be filled with poison when I cannot help but grieve I cannot block with cheap bandages I must clean it and let it bleed running water over it until the oozing heeds I love you oh so deeply but you are just make believe what is it that I love then and then what is it that I grieve? - S. Rose Ashcraft