When it happens
The moment, I realize
my heart has taken a piece
of itself, made it a seed,
and sprouted a forest
in a flash of a second;
It’s naked only to me
this forest enchanting
with the weeds of wounds
trying but failing to twine
expectations even possession
on my tall trees of wanting
to give without receiving
onto the object
of my bottomless emotion;
My world shakes and stills
expands and contracts
I heal and hurt.
I fall and rise.
All telltale signs
that love has happened.
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