limitations of love (12/15/20)
"venus, planet of love, was destroyed by global warming.
did its people want too much, too?
did its people want too much?" -- mitski's nobody.
by the cobalt couch, on the floor,
i have your things laid out. they
are so many. i wish they were few.
by the cobalt couch, on the floor,
i think i laughed with you. i think i
pressed your hand to my chest and
was not afraid. i wish you'd at least
warned me that with you, being brave
was something like a compassionate mistake.
by the cobalt couch, on the floor,
i don't know what to say. i don't
think i can trust anymore. i loved fiercely
without restraint, and i see now
what that brings. it is a curse to remain tender-hearted.
by the cobalt couch, on the floor,
i know what it is to forgive.
but how does the heart rebound from this?