Love Cancer

Like a birds wings love is to be free spread wide, leaping across oceans & desserts alike. Meant to be beautiful & prosper without hiddenness. However there is evidence of a blight that has taken root in certain men’s hearts & minds; as the creation of the closet rots their insides, leaving them wilting like candles burned profound. They say that the love they share was never meant to be, They say we’re separate, but equal, yet separate but equal is not equal; They turn blindly away from our outcries, as if to say goodbye. I always thought love was like a birds wings, its destiny to be free- spread wide, leaping across oceans and desserts alike they’re sun will never rise to bring the dawn, it chooses to lay porched- drunk forgetting always, of the blood spilled before it. It forgets always…