I love you
so much
but there I go,
swallowing the way
I don’t like you sometimes.
It feels disloyal to admit,
but real loyalty
comes by sharing truth,
even these sharp edges
that have felt dangerous
and now cut through
the bindings on my heart
so it can beat more freely.
The bonds now flutter
incoherent;
was it because you are too large?
too small?
too giving or too needy?
too hot or too cold?
Yes.
And mostly because
I too am those things,
and forgot
that really we are not.