Last 3 letters of the spring

I have all this love

I don’t know what to do with it

I can’t call it by your name

Therefore, it’s nameless 

It has no shape, no smell, no future

It will never go places 

It doesn’t take breaks nor wants to leave me

It’s stuck

It’s stuck inside me

somewhere between my ribs and my belly button 

I can’t even give it to someone else

Because it’s yours,

It’s yours

always))