limitations of love (12/15/20)

"venus, planet of love, was destroyed by global warming.

did its people want too much, too?

did its people want too much?" -- mitski's nobody.

by the cobalt couch, on the floor,

i have your things laid out. they

are so many. i wish they were few.

by the cobalt couch, on the floor,

i think i laughed with you. i think i

pressed your hand to my chest and

was not afraid. i wish you'd at least

warned me that with you, being brave

was something like a compassionate mistake.

by the cobalt couch, on the floor,

i don't know what to say. i don't

think i can trust anymore. i loved fiercely

without restraint, and i see now

what that brings. it is a curse to remain tender-hearted.

by the cobalt couch, on the floor,

i know what it is to forgive.

but how does the heart rebound from this?