of growing up, where
you get sort of calloused too;
those things, when you're 23
that make the sun rise and fall
are supposed to weigh less
as you see more sun rises
and falls
nothing's really getting easier
I love my love with all I am, will
ever be
and still, or perhaps because
of that
and the always growing number of days risen and
falling
I'm scared
I am disposable.
Am I?
has the neversettled dulled the experience
is this how only to manage me after so long
am I nothing but a grindstone, wearing those closest
down
fastest
the fearlessness from nothing
to lose
is lost
I've got everything
to lose
All I need
I have
everything
