I do, I do.A Poem by Hannah BerryI love him. I do. I sincerely do. One day it won’t even matter, nothing will have mattered and we will all be lost- forgotten. Our story will be the dusty book in the crumbling attic of an abandoned house. A jewel dropped into the ocean's abyss. No one will know or remember or have cared that I love him. It won't matter that he watered me with his words and his affection and helped me flourish into the light. All signs of me, him, and us will disappear into sweet oblivion. Our love will be engulfed by the void- fading into obscurity with the earth trailing behind
it. Perhaps this doesn’t make sense. It doesn’t have to make
sense, that’s the funny thing about love- the beauty of it. It doesn’t make sense and it never will. Love doesn’t asked to be felt, and we don’t ask to feel love, Until we do And then we can’t lose it, Unless it’s already lost. But he’s not lost anymore and I love him. I love him and perhaps that makes me weak, perhaps it makes
me the lamb. do you concur? Until the epic plot twist where the lion brutally murders
the lamb, clawing out its heart But All the while I’ll still love him, And it may hurt but I don’t care And I’ve said it so much but at the same time not quite
enough, that being I love him, I do. I sincerely do. © 2014 Hannah BerryAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorHannah BerryAustin, TXAboutHannah. 9teen. Hazy days and lonely nights filled with writing and trying to set my mind free. I'm a writer, not the best.. but I write what's on my mind. It doesn't always make sense, I don't a.. more..Writing
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