The Weight 

I feel your weight
Even when you’re gone.
Not your actual weight:
(Though I do sometimes feel that too)
The weight of US I suppose.
It’s heavier than anything I’ve ever carried.

It strengthens me
It gives me shelter
It covers me in velvet peace
Like your burgundy gown.

Sometimes, it crushes me
And I feel so scared
You’ll leave me to carry this on my own

I grow stronger with each step
fonder with every kiss
more vulnerable with every single word written in love on this god forsaken page.

I love this weight I carry,
For my arms have been longing to do so
My entire life.
But only you could put this on me
And only you have the power
To build, or destroy.


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