a month ago i claimed that love was Solace.
i lied.
love is Loss.
the surrender of your soul, often
taking no Heart in return
in being part of One
we lose
(i lost)
identity
and i was careful, too.
yet what life is one i perpetually attempt to
control?
(yet who am i now that you own my Self?)
perhaps my only risk, i should Regret
for even now you've gone,
i've not returned.
Reason for writing:
something died inside me.
Birth sign: Libra
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