My heart
is not my own.
It is big, expansive, consuming;
consuming others in its love.
Devouring them
with a voracious
appetite of love.
It spreads itself
on all my human hopes
and dreams and lusts.
And all seems well.
Until they walk away
and nothing is left
but starvation.
I like this one. A lot. <3 Love as hunger. Hmm. Insightful, Grayling. :]
ReplyDeleteThis makes me sad too. But I still like it. There's a lot of painful beauty in your observations, Grant. You see love and longing at the same time. And I really get this one, because it's something I've felt but never been able to explain, and you put it into glorious words.
ReplyDeleteThank you Laura! That means a lot to me!
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