Love Poem

There always seems to be distance between
my self inside and what I show to all,
past so hard I’ve tried to shorten the line,
seldom ends well and a death by thousand
cuts awaits, so I stand alone waiting,
for you who can stride past the line despite
the rules, going your way till hell or worse,
see past my self, recognise I’m human,
without a calculus accept me whole.
To you i profess heart’s undying love,
my love that within these words lies yet still