perhaps i never really learned to love.
i love you -
tumultuously,
savagely;
i never learned to love otherwise.
my
love is a benign tumor in times of peace
it
occupies you, it is a part of you.
but
it has the potential to metastasize and proliferate
into
an ugly mass of hatred and vitriol
so
violent, so malevolent,
it
would consume you whole.
i love you
but
perhaps not the way you learned to be loved.
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