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Love is easy

but loving rakes the coals

bakes the insoles

of fuckboys

who duck noise

revealing the real men in control

with scars to explain

and character to withhold

Falling in love takes time

but there's no more certain pit 

in the weary stomach

than when you realize it

Me,

a submerged submarine

full of dynamite,

and they hold the detonator.

Their decision will decide

the amber sunset's location 

of joyful tumult

or cloudy skies...

followed by a farewell riptide.

But if I survive 

I can finally hold you

the way I've hoped through this cortex 

infinitely in silence,

where every insufficiency 

bows in defeat,

and I am yours 

to ignite