You hurt me.

You slipped free

of the grip of the web

that unites us.

You could not feel me anymore.

You fell

deep into the crack

of all that was unfinished

and all that was unsolved

between us.

That hurt,

that haunting,

it could be my excuse.

It could be my justification

to shut the door.

To cut myself free

of the web that unites us.

It could be my justification

to not feel you anymore.

I could fall

deep into the crack

of all that was unfinished

and all that was unsolved

between us.

Hurt is always the excuse

to forget that we are unified.

Hurt is always the excuse

to decide that we are separate instead.

To love is not to be a martyr…

To let someone destroy you.

To love is to take someone

as part of you…

Even as they are destroying you.

To love is to see

That they are

you destroying you.

To love is to respond to them

with that truth

in the forefront of your mind.

Love is what makes us feel each other.

Love is the grip

of the web that unites us.

Love is what wants to ascend

from the silence

of a shattered heart…

The truth

that because we are united,

I hurt me.