Love rears its ugly head, you said

by Christos Polydorou

​After you left the desire in me died. I did not even wish to watch pornography. I only wanted to work, that is, I wanted to write, poems of varying length, beginning when whatever elusive thing I was feeling was caught and ending when the feeling became a positive. There were months I walked to the train station hoping to run into you and never running into you. In the long run I felt betrayed not just by you but by love itself, what it ultimately expects of us, it’s actual ugly cost rearing its very ugly head. It leaves you with nothing, but how much less do you have now than before when you had everything and no one to share it with?

Love is worth it.

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