after every break and repair her shape changes subtly
when will she become unrecognizable?
will she just not repair one time?
can the small cracks i never bothered to fix, splinter together and smash her fragile frame?
is there a time i just won’t feel the pull of her longing pounding in my chest anymore?
ever she beats, tormenting me with her resilience
pushing me to try again, to let her unleash her flood of love
is it the being loved or the loving she thrives on?
in my pursuit of understanding her, i give into her control, to let her lead me
i follow her from one ache to another, each time hoping to make a stop at peace
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