What Is Love? - Poem by Sierra Booij
What is love without purpose?
Unity without passion?
Souls living side by side,
Silenced by internal indifference.
It is destructive, this irrepressible rage
that breeds in your sorrow.
Don’t cry, I’m here to catch your tears,
and hold them, at least, for a while.
How can a fleeting moment
define a life together
Existing for times sake
A protector of life but
at what cost?
It is unbearable
that you should try to silence my fears
with stony apathy,
destroying this soft, poetic side
Your skin shelters your revulsion
this is true for me
It does not define me, but it unsettles me so.
These words, they come so easy,
I don’t mean to betray your heart.
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