Art of Not Knowing

I’m scared of you
Because you’re my truth
That when I look into your eyes
I see myself—a senseless lie.

To taste your lips
Means kissing Death:
All of Heaven is calling thee
While all of Hell is dragging me.

Sometimes, I fear that you might see
The reason I breathe for thee—
Reasons so vague I can’t explain,
Reasons that cease to exist.

Always, I fear that I might see
The reason you breathe for me—
Reasons so true I can’t accept,
Reasons that cease me to exist.


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