i find it easy to forget
when i'm in love
that i can still exist
as just one, without him

in moments of passion it is
not who i am
but who we are
and not me, but us

devotion makes so many distractions
from my solitary identity

i have made love a broom
that sweeps the dirt and grime from my life
cleaning everything so thoroughly
that it's gone

04/09/2008

Author's Note: i don't like this poem at all but it's a feeling i wanted to document.

Posted on 04/10/2008
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