Love letter # 179

Like you I was a series of accidents, someone falling, filling up gaps by clutching at others. There was a space inside me – empty as it happens – with all the quiet power of gravity; and try as I might I could not escape its self-perpetuating drag. Even though my heart was soaring, I was weighed down with binds I could barely discern and eventually all my fitful thrashing became unbearable and the beautiful blinding love we conceived turned to habit and churning disbelief. I blamed you because I was a wounded animal – lashing, fearful.

But I loved you like wildfire.

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