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I know now that I love him.
It looks so simple when written;
Like the pen didn't hover-
the Poet didn't struggle-
to make such a weighted declaration
final-permanent-openly stated.
You'd never know
that such an epiphany
is doubled edged-a sword
that cuts only her.
Because once it's said-
it can't be withdrawn-
but more so-even though it's said-
it won't matter-
it won't change anything.
It only makes the pain more acute.
The loss that much greater-
it only makes her realize
that she never lost anything
because she never had it to begin with.
The pain is so great-
she can't even cry.
So silly for a mortal to love a God-
But I know now-that I do love him.
The pen hovered.
the blood drawn.
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