love

I am in love, but at the same time I want to unlove. It overpowers me. So I seek ways to break off with another when I know my incapacity to do so, and so I severe myself in ways I can but always come, in time,  unfurling before him, baring all that is within me.

I am in love, but at the same time I want to love another. I want to seek the possibilities in the unknown, the mysterious, the unattainable, even in the mundane; it is the over-spilling of love that I want to extend towards others.