Love is not a duty.

Love is not expectance; it is not reliance.
It does not demand your attention.
It does not give; it does not take.

It does not keep track of what you owe.
It does not force your hand.
It does not pin guilt to your flesh,
needles pinching at your eyes,

the hissing sting of ice
rushing through your veins;
a gust of bloody wind
screaming for your response,
pleading: stay,
don’t change,
don’t go,
don’t leave me alone.
You are all I have left.
I
cannot
live
without
you.

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