You are dynamite


beautiful beyond the physical

A god

which cannot be touched

Only prayed to

hoping I register

an inkling, a look

a mean look at best

I wish I would be really bold

or italics

a coma is all I can achieve to be, when a parentheses is what I seek.

Why can’t I get you out of my system like an unwanted religion

instead I have to carry every inch a day drags

your presence, your image and the pain

Love is nuts, insane and illogical.

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