what do you do with love not meant to be?
do you shove it back to the heart, its root
and let the rough spiky hairs pierce you
or vomit it out of your mouth and burn in a furnace?
do you leave it locked up in the bedroom
seeking liberation
and walk around, body like carcass
or do you carry it along
trudging from its weight and pain
tripping, rising, slogging?
would you rather live the love in faith
like the mustard seed
feign blindness and ignorance?
embrace its folly and just smile
even when your eyes harbour tears
and your stomach rumbles: this love is not yours
what do you do with love not meant to be?
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