there's alarming doubt (am i good enough?) [it's a poem, apparently.]

Sep 06, 2008 19:41

in tiny increments it unfolds, unwinding in spirals;
like crumbling walls realigned- you are the modern-day Prometheus with thorns in your hands, the new age Jesus Christ.
but you are no postwar martyr- you hung these chains yourself.

and i, in promising to take you down from your cliff: am i crazy, or is this what love means?

i may never know, but i can't stop trying.

relationships, love, september, poem, saturday, school year, hummingbird

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