A hot mess, it seems
But there’s order in all things, beloved
I believe in a beneficient universe

Yes, I do wish to talk and walk a different path
And I was hoping you would join me t/here
So very much!

I understand you can’t, my love
That you are bound to borders I cannot draw
We all have our own pace in space, in time

I never meant to force you into anything-
I just kept seeing and perceiving and believing in
Something you still seem unwilling to address, somehow

We’ve been here before, I know…
I wish it would have been easier to walk away
From this, wíth you.

The rose of this love blooms ever so sweetly
As it always will and, still, be treasured in our hearts
And yet we bleed by its thorns.

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