Fragility

When he hurts
I am
fully cognisant
of the
fragility
that we each
share
and our
shared
state of frailty
is birthed
from our
very own
humanistic
commonalities
within the depths
of our own
unique
set
of insecurities.

His love is like
a bullet
and his heart
is the double
barrel  
that he
squeezes
within
as he pulls
the trigger
on me
time and time
again
until I
explode
all over him.

Yet.

I love him
all the more.