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Love is easy

but loving rakes the coals

bakes the insoles

of fuckboys

who duck noise

to reveal the men in control

with scars to explain

no character to withhold

Falling in love takes time

but there's no more certain pit 

in the stomach

than when you realize it.

To me

it's a submarine full of dynamite

and she has the detonator

Her decision will decide

the amber sunset's horizon

of joyful tumult

or nothing

followed by a farewell riptide

But if I survive 

that pit dissolves

and I can finally hold you

the way I've ran through this cortex 

infinitely in silence

where every insufficiency 

bows in defeat

and I am yours