It Shouldn'T Be
It shouldn't be an acid melting me from inside out.
It shouldn't be a deadly dream that wakes me with a shout.
It shouldn't be a poem that I write as a redoubt.
It shouldn't be a poison I could never live without.
It shouldn't be so difficult to hope, though, still, I doubt.
The possibility of your love is the thing I speak about.
4 October 2019
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