THE THINGS WE DO FOR LOVE
Love Shouldn’t Feel Like This
Then perhaps this isn’t really love
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2 min readMar 22, 2024
You call
I come running
“How high, this time?” my never-answered plea;
Like a frog from the embalming jar,
Long dead, eviscerated,
Galvanized,
Jolted by the faintest whiff of hope
Legs kicking in simulated life,
Ever striving to grasp the brass ring of your approval;