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
