Maybe Love

I have looked in your eyes and seen your soul.

The cover up

The pain

The lies

Your dreams

Your hopes

Your desires

I have felt lifetimes pour out of your mouth.

I have seen the story of existence through your tongue.

You weren’t, in control, then

You couldn’t, fight me, off

I’ve been labeled an infection with no cure.

And maybe, more, than a piece of you

doesn’t enjoy my affliction.

Not the love

Not the passion

Not the me

You’re convinced

You’re denial

You’re conformed

I have swam, in your soul, too long,

without permission.

Here I am

wading naked in this pool.

Drain the water

Dress me up

Take the cure

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