Blurring Her Edges

She loves me with a fear
That doesn’t discriminate
Even when she looks away
With that tear in her eye
And I can’t judge her
For that sense of apathy
That creeps in sometimes
Pain that looks like love
Love that smells like hate
And I can’t let her go
This idea of who she is
A shadow of her future
The torture of will
Tempered with a distaste
Reserved for silhouettes
Painted into corners
But love isn’t confined
To flowers and candy
Or hope in sections
Cut off from humanity
It’s solid like rain
Blurring her edges
While she waits nearby
Shackled to her idea of me
Lost in a desperation
I should have discouraged
But I’m only human
And she’s a silhouette
Of what I want to be.

Sam