I.

I can’t love you

anymore.

I lose sleep

over the look

in your eyes.

I cannot love

the darkness.

It is too

dangerous.

There is void where I stand

on the edge

when I sit

next to you.

I can’t love you

anymore,

but

I always will.

Chloe Nostrant

Chloe Nostrant is the managing editor and creative director for Raconteur. She is a photographer by trade and a writer at heart. She lives in Livingston, Montana with her Gordon Setter and Griffon.

https://chloenostrant.com
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