i hope my words are strange and wondrous,

like kisses that quiet all things superfluous,

so that we can all stop and

listen

testing the waters, testing the burn.

today this time i am thinking of you,

and your best intentions.

if love is holding the weight of the world on your shoulders,

when Atlas was free he should have run.

and yet Hercules wooed him with words - a moment of weakness

and Atlas once again bore everything on his back.

why do we let love woo us into holding the world time and time again?

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when my good wasn't good enough

i tried my best, but still didn't meet the bar.

so i tried my hardest, and i did what i could

before letting this all go.

and now im staring at this towering, tumbling mess of intention

of love, of attempted inspirations and other such unawares.

beauty in its stitching together, fleeting in its strength.

did i not love at all? no.

i did.

but how do i take this love down?

won't you tell me?

how did i let this love down?