“Moon Tears”

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Waxing. Waning.
I did not love you enough today.
I ran to death’s embrace.
Blinded for lack of love;
Why did I not beg for love?
Waning. Waxing.
This hollow heart, full of holes—
Spilling precious blood,
Life-giving blood not its own.
If it is not drowning in love,
It cannot live.
It can never be full.

May 19, 2017  [Originally written: 2017.05.18]

|| Romans 7