I want to love, but I just can’t.

Moments of bliss, they are scant.

 

My lungs collapse, no one breathes.

I unbutton my shirt, my blood seethes.

 

I was left to die alone.

A cold surface, stone.

 

Cling to life, to being there.

Look at the mirror, just bare.

 

Sweat drops down my forehead, shivering spines.

In all this asymmetry, still clear lines.

 

In all this muddle, still clean water.

A statue of Humboldt, my alma mater.

 

Circles forming in puddles as rain falls down.

To drink, to swallow, to just want to drown.

 

Moments of bliss, they are scant.

I want to love, but I just can’t.

 

 

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