affecta

And so I carry my disappoinments with me.
If this is the least I carry.
If this is the least I have to bear
I can probably make it throught the night again.

We all live with our disorders, our
dis-eases
that put us on guard , smoothing our tongue over our gums and running our index finger over and over that tiny lump in our arm.

Girls, love him fiercely and even if you cannot take him in,
make him your little pear and adore that bruised, sweet fruit.

And boys, I've learned what the other girls don't know.
That you already love fierce,
without guard,
without protection from what she will do,
you love without the safety on.

(Aside) I see it now. How anyone who has seen obsession this destructive for so long would refuse to operate on a fear level.