Love is a most accidental disaster.
\nIt changes the tides of the world.
\nThe moon that shoves and pulls
\na planet.
\nI have never recovered from
\nits hunger,
\nthe knife blade of its pain.
\nIts words haunt me.
\nThey failed me,
\nand taunted me.
\nI died when I used them.
\nI pounded them with my fist
\nwhen I wrote them,
\nand when they burned
\nwith the fire I put them to,
\nmy tears could not rescue them.<\/p>\n
There are loves that hate me,
\nand have buried me,
\nand forgotten me.
\nBut I go to them
\nwhen the night leans on my heart.
\nWhen I am exhausted from living.
\nWhen I am frightened by loneliness.
\nI want one more time
\nto exchange a glance,
\nfind a treasure
\nto surprise their hand,
\nto call at an odd moment
\nand tell them,
\nI am being destroyed loving you.
\nWhat a wonderful death you are!
\nFalling to earth
\nshouting your name.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Love is a most accidental disaster. It changes the tides of the world. The moon that shoves and pulls a planet. I have never recovered…<\/p>\n