The Blood & The Bones

I do love you in my own way.

But I wish I could love you differently mirroring what you say you feel for me.

I want to want you in that way. I should want you in that way for all the sacrifices you made and the vows we said before God and everyone.

But something stops me every time.

Is it my own fear? Is it the fact that I know that we are both square pegs trying to jam our edges into round holes?

Or am I just not capable of that love anymore? Was I ever?

the blood

& the bones