She tries it on, like a dress.
She decides it doesn't fit,
and starts to take it off.
Her skin comes, too.
[lola haskins.]
Love, by nature, exacts a pain
Unequalled on the rack.
and these not for myself. my sister is in pain. purvis the lit teacher says we are all fundamentally alone. we're born alone, we die alone. the person beside us, whoever it may be- best friend, soul mate, buddy, boy/girl friend, wife, can never feel what you're feeling, think what you're contemplating: and the mixture of emotions and thoughts we so often experience cannot be distilled or dissected like a biology specimen- and if you cant dismember something into tiny visible parts you can't describe them. not with adjectives. or with words.
but that's why Jesus is the only one capable of filling the void. that is INSIDE you. cos he dwells inside us, with his spirit. that's why he does not give peace as the world does. but of a different kind.
gentle fact.
oblivious to the handwritten notes
passed around slid across tables and hands
to get to yours
empty slight flattered smiles
that shy their way across your face
before drooping, gently,
in numbing realisation
-they are all lies
all temporary, all wooly constructs
that help clarify some moments with perfume spritz
called love
but cloud other times
with crackling painful fact.
fact that makes us human.
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