Break free from the binding robes of passion that feels like a lump in your heart, perform that surgery today, and you’ll be set free forever.

My love affair with (him) had a wonderful element of romance to it, which I will always cherish. But it was not an infatuation, and here’s how I can tell: because I did not demand that he become my Great Emancipator or my Source of All Life, nor did I immediately vanish into that man’s chest cavity like a twisted, unrecognizable, parasitical homonculus. During our long period of courtship, I remained intact within my own personality, and I allowed myself to meet (him) for who he was.

there was a time before you
but I can’t remember it now
a time before your beauty and I
were formally introduced
I’m sure I lived without you
but I don’t remember how
can’t imagine living without
these feelings you’ve produced

just one glance
and my life was redrawn
just one word
and my vocabulary changed
I asked the time
and you said ‘what’s the hurry?’
you asked my name
and I almost forgot

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