On Not Lamenting Your Lover
You imagined his love an antidote
not an addiction to enslave you,
but when the spiral you were in, left you
with a splintered heart, that fragile part
surrendered when you laid down
your arms you became a junkie for his em-
brace,you wore a monkey on your back,
you were an abyss of unworthiness.
Yet in the finality of it all when
you were back upon the shelf, know
you did not fall to Love, but to
the Shadow self. It's not the same,
so brook no blame, and bless
the one who stayed, and stayed again.
Bless him who embraced both
shadow and the sun.
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