Disastrous

It is a disastrous thing to love someone
so much that all you can do for them
in the end is cease to exist,
so that your adoration
stops holding them
down with its own
crushing
weight.

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About Catastrophe Jones

Wretched word-goblin with enough interests that they're not particularly awesome at any of them. Terrible self-esteem and yet prone to hilarious bouts of hubris. Full of the worst flavors of self-awareness. Owns far too many craft supplies. Will sing to you at the slightest provocation.
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  1. Trent Lewin says:

    But it’s worth it. It is.

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