BY AMY HATCH
Love is not always obvious.
It's not always gentle and kind.
Sometimes it sideswipes you
like a freight train
and you lay there wrecked in it's
destruction
Completely unsuspecting.
Blinded and naive.
Wanting something unattainable
Longing for tangibility
and reassurance
My mind wanders along with the wind
and my thoughts cannot
escape
Holding so much in
sick with nausea
What to do, I cannot say.
I do not know
I do not know.
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