it is in fear that we lie.
what an uncomfortable and terrible way of being laid.
it is a bigger fear that unties a knot of lie
it is unconditional love only that resolves the fear beneath.
i am not mad at you.
i feel pity
i might be sad.
i might want to cry into the evening sky.
but
i am not mad
my own imperfections tower above me like a shadow straight out of a nightmare.
you bare with me
i bare with you
maybe that's another thing
about
what they call
love
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