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for me love does not come and go

as easily as the trade winds

i will cling onto the body of our relationship

—even desiccated—

in the house of my heart,

even as the rot gives off sweet fumes,

they remind me of our memories;

the hum of your voice

or chime of your laughter

i do not want to let go. i do not let go.

i do not say goodbye easily.

maybe this is why i always say i love you

as many times as i can before i step outside

my door, until these are the last words you

hear from me;

i love you,

i love you,

i love you.

when love's supporting beams break,

the only thing strong enough left

in it's absence is hate.

it is easier for you to be a villain

it is easier for you to be dead

it is easier to erase your narrative

than to have loved

and to have lost.