When do you know

That something is over

When all that excitement

Of revealing and knowing

All of that newness

Turns into the burden

Of accepting what hurts

It’s not the hurt

Which causes the pain

It’s the accepting it

Accepting something that hurts

Is like being waterboarded

Forced to absorb something

To the point of

Drowning struggling for air

You tell your torturer

Anything to survive this

But it’s not what

They want to hear

And so you’re killed

Though not you exactly

It’s really your love

That’s when it’s over