Crushed Beneath My Love

Give the sorrow to me,

give it to me.

Let it take shape,

Let it settle across my shoulders

Until my knees buckle beneath it,

Until it tears my tendons

And crushes my bones.

I would rather be crushed

Beneath the weight of your woe

Than allow you to carry

This burden alone.

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I love beyond the architecture of this body.

My ribs are far too narrow,

My lungs are too constricted,

My heart beats without soul,

And my blood pumps erratically.

This love demands a vessel,

And I fear it will crush your bones.