not by choice

[this one just happened… even I’m not sure what it’s about, so don’t worry if it doesn’t make sense]

if I did not choose you
and you did not choose me
any more than either of us choose to bleed,
then why does it hurt when we choose not to see
that we’re both colouring each other shades of raw
in the half-light of dawn,
plummeting naked into the waves
of each other’s eyes?

 

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