the heaven of ourself

the heaven of ourself.
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Not everything
in Love implies
a choice,

(like how I
fall asleep
haunted by
the Lullabye
of your Voice.)

nor did I ask
to Love The
Way I Do.

(in such
 tortured
ways which
seem to torment
you.)

Yet the Heart
Reveals so many
Hells,

(burning in ones
restless mind)

that could lead
us to the Heaven
of Ourselves!

(if only we were
not so fucking
blind.)

j.s.h.