nothing wasted

In this society, 
to love with your entire being 
is a curse. 

A curse that all souls 
should be committed to 
and that I’d bet my life on. 

A curse to proudly secure 
in the trenches of the space hidden 
in the pause of entanglement,

love briefly put on hold.

A curse that warms like the sun, 
building foundations of time, 

memories to unravel slowly in. 

To love, as if society doesn’t exist.
Civilization begins and ends 
when we become cursed by love.