unloving, i will love you
"are you incapable of loving?"
what a blow, a sucker punch that knocked the wind out of my heart. how quickly you became a stranger with a gun in your hand.
no, dearest, i am far from incapable of loving. i am so filled with love for so many people that it overwhelms, that it keeps me awake at night worrying and wondering. i am so capable of love that my skin is bruised violently purple with the ache of knowing my heart is split eight different ways.
i cannot love you because you suck the air out of my lungs and attempt to drown me; you suck the heart out of my chest and steal my dreams. you want to suck my soul out of my mouth every time we kiss. i cannot love you despite your good intentions because you would like to see me burnt to the ground and transformed into something as indifferent as you.
the kind of love i am capable of is not suitable for you.