Losing

Like cutting off a piece of me,

It's going to break my heart.

It's going to break his heart.

Our love burns slowly, tenderly, deeply.

I ache and clarity absconds somehow

The deeper felt, the further gone, the more to lose.

But this is not what good love feels like

It doesn't stand correct and redeeming

It doesn't rise from slurried remains, phoenix-like

This love is jutting, unkempt,

Perilous

and yet so true.

Inhaling deep in the crook of his neck -

In my heart I am home;

In my heart I am not.

He moves with me

But nothing is resolved

He buries his head

Stagnation abounds.

He will not give me what I want,

Yet he can not let me go.

My heart breaks open, red raw.