cross love

I am riddled with conundrums 

Life that’s rife with contradictions 

A heart that’s heavy for its home

Yet yearns to face the plains, alone. 
Pumping blood that sings for you

Yet crossly ends its sighing tune

A potent, spreading, bleeding thought

What refuses to give you up cannot. 

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