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the killing heart
and I realise all my life has been
a search for someone to love
be it God or art or even just myself
the broken youth becomes
the weird misshapen man
the boy with a red balloon
still entombed like Tutankhamun
back when I was 17 I would have done
most things for love
and that’s what I find
most horrifying
a search for someone to love
be it God or art or even just myself
the broken youth becomes
the weird misshapen man
the boy with a red balloon
still entombed like Tutankhamun
back when I was 17 I would have done
most things for love
and that’s what I find
most horrifying
Published 30th Nov 2023
Author's Note
Written while listening to The Smiths’ “There Is a Light That Never Goes Out”.
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1st Dec 2023 2:55am
The road to mature love isn't always smooth, huh. It has its turns and dead ends as well.
Your write is wonderfully woven, though. It's quite good.
Your write is wonderfully woven, though. It's quite good.
