Love Is Hard

Love starts hard
then it gets harder.
at some point it becomes
impossible
and in the moment you sever your 
ties with love,
to be free of what is no longer 
attainable,
you will be filled up
like an overflowing pot of tea
steaming
steeping
seething at the thought
that the only way you can be 
poured back into the world
to be sipped, 
to be saved
to be savored,
is to find the cups
that once were pots
and share what came
​From Me.