I didn't write this. I just wish I did.

[crimsonenvisage]

I do alright alone,
And better together,
But I do very poorly when semi-together.

In soitude, I do much,
In love I do more,
But in doubt I only transfer pain to paper
in gigantic passion plays complete
with miracles and martyrs
and crucifixions and resurrections.

Come to stay
or
stay away.

This series of passion poems
is becoming a heavy cross to bear.