Love Sick 

Anthony Hanible

I swear I die a little

Every time you cross my mind

Not the cold kind

Not the ending

But the kind that melts something

I thought would never soften

You undo me slowly

Like breath leaving a window

Like a candle giving itself away

Just to keep the room warm

I fall apart in the gentlest ways

When I think of you

A quiet collapse

A sweet surrender

A small death that feels

Almost like living more deeply

Than I ever meant to

If this is love sickness

Then let me keep dying for it

Warmly

Willingly

A little more each time

Your name touches the air

 

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  • sorenbarrett

    A love poem that speaks of missing another. Well composed



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