Debt

Love leaves scars, far less visible,

far more cunning, snaked around your soul,

maggots of grey tissue,

Love leaves marks you can’t explain.

I’ve always felt, I owe love its due,

Not just love, but more there is

To pay- surely it couldn’t come as cheap?

I’m scared of running up debts, I’m careful

To give more than I receive. I thought, I was

steering clear of burdens I cannot repay,

Now I’m not so sure.

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